Category Archives: Poetry

Jane Yolen Gretel Asks Is it the child we remember, the one in the rundown house, where dark and cold are bitter companions, feeding her brother with an empty spoon? Is it the girl in the black forest we remember, … Continue reading →

F.J. Bergmann Absence We searched the whole world, but found no remaining life. They must have gone extinct just before our arrival: linens still dangled on clotheslines; coffeepots and reactors were still hot. Besides household furnishings and appliances and small … Continue reading →

Bruce Boston Here We find our hero in the midst of azure dreams of lust and glory that will take him ten years to eradicate from his psyche until it portrays a world so blank and turgid it could birth … Continue reading →

Peter BG Shoemaker Here, the Children of Dark Night Have Their Dwellings Here, no rosy-fingered Dawn, no wine dark seas, no Troys or Trojans, Athens or Athenians, Spartas or Spartans. Only dark Night, and cloying memory, fastly held. We were … Continue reading →

  Thadra Sheridan I, Frankenstein I assembled this body from pieces I scavenged from the graveyard across town. I transported arms and legs, fingers, torso and head in a duffel bag by city bus. Once home, I locked myself in … Continue reading →

Elaine Stirling The Wizard’s Race I As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, “The breath goes now,” and some say, “No,” —John Donne, “A Valediction: Forbidding … Continue reading →

  Tim Staley Conspiracy Theory My wife says I can’t talk about it here in this unchained Mexican restaurant full of strangers, a full 63 miles north of Juarez, 93 miles from the Trinity Site, it’s un-American, she says. My … Continue reading →

Chloe N. Clark Convent After the devil came, dripping into rooms like rain through sagging ceilings and after we spread out his skin, rubbed it raw with salt, just like Mother taught us, we found we could not sleep alone. … Continue reading →

Simon Perchik      Hiding on this tiny rock its light is falling arm over arm brought down as hammer blows and mountains clinging to the sun the way mourners will gather and aim for your forehead –it’s not right for … Continue reading →

Christiaan Sabatelli Time Clock                     _______________ Christiaan Sabatelli holds an MFA, in poetry, from the University of Florida. While at UF he completed his thesis under the guidance of William Logan. … Continue reading →