Category Archives: Poetry

Helen Marshall Leda’s Daughter My mother tells me of the swan: beautiful, she whispers, anasa mou, her eyes shallow with the love of him, her mouth a shape that some men might call love It was not that, love is … Continue reading →

Marge Simon Mandy She fancies herself a tigress, grows her nails,  files them sharp, dyes her brown hair yellow, defines her face with markings with her Revlon eye liner. I have to be careful when we make love,  avoiding fingers, … Continue reading →

W. Gregory Stewart MAYFLOWER IV:     Launched July 7, 2031 EPILOGUE If endangered butterflies had farted in Sri Lanka, blogworts from Boston to Yonkers would have flamed it in a week. That was then, and back home – now, we have no butterflies, no … Continue reading →

WC Roberts High Strung The damnedest thing is you’d take it with you into fields sown with tears and constellations of broken glass on a soft shoulder- the summer night quaking with hope and apprehension of the harvest to come. … Continue reading →

                      Wendy N. Wagner Stone Queen You, pile of time-browned rocks. Stones nostalgic for the scent of magnolia, the shadow of giant fern fronds, the thick tang of duckbill blood. … Continue reading →