Poetry: “Scott,” by Dan Pinkerton

The leopard paces, shudders, compulsively
licks his paws. He growls and we come to imagine
his growls an inhumane score, an avant-garde
sort of thing. The leopard devours a selection…

Poetry: “Atlas,” by DS Maolalai

on the tram track up chancery,
coming from capel street,
two men throw their shadows
with the 10pm sunset…

Poetry: “Fishing for Winter King Salmon,” by Tina M. Johnson

Night squalls spit snow into the air.
Wolf moon breaks winter’s smoky choke
as pines along the island flare
beneath hibernal whitewashed cloaks….

Poetry: “In Houston, It Is Impossible Not to Consider Traffic,” by Glenn Shaheen

I do my best, I make it to the six
square feet in the middle of the city
park where you cannot see or hear cars.
Eyes dimmening, my eyes are failing, I’m
only eligible for a surgery I’m not…

Poetry: “La-Te-DA,” by William Heath

In Key West we go to the La-Te-Da
evenings after dinner, sip prosecco splits,
dance to live singers of varying merit,

Poetry: “Fire Season,” by Tina Johnson

For Georgia

After her LA neighborhood ticked
down to evening cool, my grandmother
tended the roses. Holding back the thorns

Poetry: “April 14th One Week After Week One,” by Terry Trowbridge

Ten minutes ago lightning struck Lake Ontario.
The bolt edged the crown of a neighbour’s birch tree
then craned a hard vertical plunge over the shore cliff.

The starlings, dug into their cliffside holes,

Poetry: “Close,” by Tor Strand

Since we looked at each other and couldn’t
make much of anything.

How are we ever supposed to
with hands unable to hold more than

Poetry: “Who is calling?” by Johnny Elder

One night, a cold night, he drove through the dark, investigating the convenience of a plain of
no rocks or cavities, of the mildest undulations, the gentlest of seas, for this was an oceanic

Poetry: “Saturday Evenings,” by Peter Cashorali

On Saturday evenings time ends but we keep going.
The furniture runs out and the empty rooms go on without it.
Not empty– full of sadness and weird pain, appetites that don’t know what they want but insist that it’s something.