Latest Works

Tyler King

Nov 162 min read

virgo

cough in your throat, snake in the woodpile, outside, the poets remember too loudly— quiet, please, time is passing. every morning cracks...

Spencer Keene

Nov 161 min read

Scene from a Graveyard

The moon casts her milky drape over stoney gardens—shadowed with crosses stretching the grass. My blistered tongue whispers, entreats...

Tinamarie Cox

Nov 161 min read

Restless

I live in the house my grandfather built when he was young and strong, and filled with love and dreams. Where I lay me down to sleep was...

Christopher Woods

Nov 161 min read

Bearded Tree

We come to it After a walk Through a field Late afternoon Shadows closing in Sunlight already golden. Old tree, Its beard scraggly...

Maya Rose

Nov 162 min read

high desert

there is more than one way to look at it. outside the wood gift shop there is the desert, the gray hill but the scrub shivers like...

Christopher Woods

Nov 161 min read

Nayarit Night Houses

Perhaps they too were lonely, Not among themselves so much As among their own kind. Loneliness was a hand reaching Through the darkness...

Marcel Feldmar

Nov 151 min read

this deep hatred of misery

such delightful isolation surrounding as my mind opens up like a gentle stab velvet car crash chewing on knives and I’m speechless...

Christopher Woods

Nov 151 min read

Pearlfisher

Where was he going All that time, Plunging deeper Toward dark water Minutes from the light? He must have known his chances, Hazards of...

Craig Kirchner

Nov 151 min read

Immanence

The highest activity a human being can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free. ...

Nicole F. Kimball

Sep 202 min read

Artifact

When the velvet greens are washed with rain and dirt, And the dirt is washed with hands like the surgery of a seed— The child I once...

LindaAnn LoSchiavo

Sep 201 min read

The Visitation

Lined up like make-believe guests, potted ferns Adorned the entry, their cool shadows dim Switching the parlor—life’s last living room—...

Paige Eaton

Sep 202 min read

Camellian

I. Camellian She was made in the image of Camellia. Her lips boasted a cherry blossom, carved carmine cheeks dripped into her yellow...

M.S. Blues

Sep 202 min read

just a little word 'bout the damned

the damned stands before her ʻāina , repressed tears embellish her limpid eyes as she overlooks the lavender, melancholy skies, ...

Caidyn Bearfield

Sep 202 min read

It Must Be Necessary

With enough years of practice, I easily store six days of outfits in a single backpack pocket Crumpled five dollar bills tucked in...

Ralph Dranow

Sep 201 min read

Risala

My Sufi guide and I are meeting on Zoom. She welcomes me with a home-run smile and a “Hi” laced with joy. “Read me one of your poems,”...

LindaAnn LoSchiavo

Sep 201 min read

Arrowroot

My arrowroot forgives me easily For lax unintentional dry spells when Leaf blades fold in when parched, like palms upright, Tight clasped...

Nicole F. Kimball

Sep 201 min read

Slaughterhouse for Third Dimension

I sit in the middle of the wild to watch the last of my wilderness build a shed, take shelter, carve a canoe from my bones. Here the...

Rick Hartwell

Sep 201 min read

Unbidden

Rising from the murky depths of an unconscious soul or a conscious id; whether Freudian, Jungian or surrealian, "nightmares" is too soft...

Frank William Finney

Jul 191 min read

Western Words

Necklaces of jasmine-flowered words cling to the throats of whimsical tourists before blending with the bustle of Bangkok like clownfish...

Rowan Tate

Jul 191 min read

incarnation

an unfinished feeling, he prays to something beautiful that doesn’t have a name. he tells god he must learn to be five again, when time...