Starfall-Morgan Smith

             Darkness tugs us up and the stars fall down. The sky bends down to kiss the earth, the earth disappearing under skyfall, under stardust, under clouds made to be tread upon leaving so many wandering footprints.                I wonder sometimes whether I am …

The Beating of the Wings- Teresa Sutton

I want to fold myself up, lie on the ground, and listen to the millions of feet shuffling towards something that sounds like divine thunder.   Except it’s not. It’s a hushed noise, comforting, the beating of wings.   Deep down in the earth, the zest of my universe congeals in all of the porous …

The true things-Irina Valerina

Not many of the true things are yours, but what you have is enough so that the light remained light…   The delicate casting of the park fence, the odor of the wet needles. The sand-covered walks, and acorns full of languor, the cat breathing with its bushy belly, the dewy knees of the benches, …

Wasted Time-Gemma Johnston

Who was this codger in the mirror?  His eyes, once piercing, were now hooded in an anxiety-furrowed brow.  His jowls hung low and flabby, thanks to his penchant for malt whiskey and a lack of physical exertion. Where was the vibrant gentleman who skied in Aspen and wooed women with quotes from Shakespeare? She’d always been the …

Professor and the Gravel- Laura lee

  You reading another damn book of poems, Da asked early morning slur and clink don’t you have to work?   Char looked out the kitchen window kept clean for a view west–to the tall buildings she tried to then stopped trying to get to.   Can I walk, she wondered, ripping shrink wrap leafing …

Literary Lettuce

If you’re like me, there are some literary devices that just don’t register like foreign coins in a coin counting machine at a currency exchange in Nowhere, Oklahoma, and signs, “WATCH FOR FALLING ICE” on Chicago’s Magnificent Mile and the objective correlative.   For example, I read that the term “objective correlative” was coined around …

One of the Many Poems About Him- Rose McKnight

The circular thoughts that exist in my brain of you, When I love somebody, I want to keep them away from the badness of the world, I want to feel like I’m just a few feet underwater all the time, Where the surface is blurry but beautiful and it reflects off of everything and I …

Hidden, I Hide- VanessaMarie Caron

Hidden away out of sight and out of mind. That’d been the plan. If it hadn’t been for the year-old layering of dust and cat hair beneath my bed aggravating my allergies, I wouldn’t have been forced to set my eyes on it again.             “I don’t know why you …

An Archaeology of water-George Amabile

AN ARCHEOLOGY OF WATER for Tracy Jager   I tell myself, don’t make a sound. The river is asleep in its glistening skin of lights, and all the sails are furled.   This is the hour of translucence, a gift of shadows wrapped in veils of moonlight, veils of air,   like thin scarves whispering …