Unforgiven-Dean Gessie

I want to tell my wife I love her with maxillary extraction forceps yank all those teeth like shorn ewes in the Song of Solomon replace them with faux sexy bridges to elder care I want to whack those singsong scrolls hung like winking dirty laundry until all the Hebrew consonants fall thrust vowels like …

Maybe You Should Ask the Dog-M.W. Masiga

“Ma’am is this your dog?” “No. Yes?” “Is that a no or a yes?” “I can honestly tell you, I didn’t think anybody else could see it.” “Right. What is your name ma’am?” “Teddy Baer.” “Your name is…” “Yes. My parents thought it would be funny. I didn’t have the same experience.” “Can I ask …

Love is a bird, Carmen-Lindz McLeod

Love is a bird, Carmen; the downy adolescence of demoiselles shed Over mottled roads in the Khyber pass. A wet and foolish mouth caught trawling by flouncing candied plumage. Pierced by the beak of the hoopoe espada ropera while the bull stamps and snorts and the eye of the crowd is not on you, for …

Night, You and me-Anshuman

The calmness of night The breath of the breeze With our synchronized footsteps making the perfect sound. Let’s speak this unheard words, Let’s blurt out those whispers Let’s carve out that love. You speak the love of mine I speak the love of yours. and we end up loving each other. The night still awake …

House of Cards-Katherine Prochnow

Queen of Hearts. That’s you. That’s you, mother. Your face holy and royal. I wish I could be as regal. As stone cold. You are my home. Ever since I was in the womb. Ever since I was a child on the playground. Ever since I fell off the slide and slammed into the wood …

Modern Mistress of the Moon-Candice Rankin

My Persians’ eyes are nothing like a doe; Bitter like coffee they stain my face, glare; The center of her face: a beak, not nose; Brushing high cheeks and black hairs speak. Compare? Pale like milk her body sticks to my life, Her voice twirls like burlap and smoke, it crests To place that promise, …

North To Searchlight, Las Vegas-Bella Pori

New girl leans on sticky country tabletop bars and wonders why she ever thought there would be more for her. Eight songs in to a never ending set she tries to croon the way they leer, but can’t match it. Some of them men who come with their clean boots and too big trucks they …

The U.C.- Noreen Graf

  The dog brought in an umbilical cord and laid it at my feet. It was from the banana tree which my nihilist girlfriend says is merely a plant part. I know better. Not that I have seen a U.C., in the flesh. I haven’t. The dog tore this one from a mother tree and …

Deserving- Joann Cohen

Mother my poetry belongs to you You grew me in your sacred body You nurtured me in a world of chaos You taught me manners and how to take care of myself All while sacrificing your very own dreams of becoming your dream Where do I begin to say Thank you? How do I honor …

Postcard 12-Corey Ruzicano

i have this picture in my head from a few years ago                      just a few frames                      just a snatch of maybe seven seconds of you standing to greet me from the table of some tiny thai restaurant and the light from telegraph avenue fills your whole face with the …