Poetry: “Autumn in the park” by David Groulx

Autumn in Park We lay here on the grass, beneath October the leaves falling the leaves falling the sun driven, from our faces. Time moving naked across the trees. We lay here on the grass, beneath October the snow falling the snow falling the sun driven from our faces. autumn is parked upon us. […]

Poetry: “Sacred Traces” by Michael Shen

Sacred Traces We returned that cool autumn dayto bright flecks of yellowpeeking through verdant strokes,splashes of red soaking our eyes.Joe pie, jewel weed,Singing symphony of wildflowerspainted the meadow past the stream We savored our little worldfrom our perch on the porch.Yet there was a void.Our red hummingbird feeder was dry.We filled it with sweet waterand […]

Poetry: “Endings” by Lowell Jaeger

Endings I stood in the frigid blast of Januarylate afternoon. And witnessedthe backhoe manbackfill your grave. The wind had blown the pasturebare, the earth iced so deepthe shovel on the hoehad to carve and chip at itlike stone. And you lay stone-stiff amidsta cluster of boulders nearby,fetlocks flagging. Childrencalled — Patches! Patches! —though the children […]

Poetry: “First Lagrangian Point” by Binh Nguyen

First Lagrangian Point After all this world expands, I still carry you,You and your hydrogens, in the light’s decline.I call me insane, I call me unbearable, callow,And fence my bedroom with apologies.I thought I was good to have climbed this branch,That a flaming heart could do nothing but good,But bullets make survivors, not soldiers,And I […]

Poetry: “Inside the body museum” by Andrew Walker

entry fee

looping floss around the lame tooth

will lop it off, falling to the pile

like loose change—a mouth

is the entrance to all i am

willing to give you. the markings

on a lover’s neck share the mountains

and valleys on my own arm,

i have yet to taste any other part

of me.

Poetry: “Untitled” by Luke Iida

And of onerous monarchs with tufted wing,
Amber over chestnut, iced oak, winter’s solace they sing.
Born to languish where their starry sons fly
Born in the very brooks where they are destined to die.
Some explore mesas in sweet […]

Poetry: “Under Foot” by Eleanore Lee

I’m a rock.
Well, sometimes I say rock, but other times pebble feels more right.
Whatever
The point is
I look up and see your flapping […]

Poetry: “On Tirelessly Bashing Elbows Into The Stillness of The Bar” by Lee Hodge

Today it feels as if the impulse of checking
My email on my phone has been reduced
To the firing of a single synapse maybe
That is a deadly topography
The matrices of sensation for […]

Poetry: “SHE WOULDN’T LET ME KISS HER” by Susan Tollefson

She wouldn’t let me kiss her except
in a Japanese garden by the river.
We went there
when snow covered the arched bridge,
the teahouse […]

Poetry: “Two Rooms” by Nels Hanson

“Are the living happier than
the dead?” children wonder
when they turn over a scarlet
brick and find a lost Atlantis.
There the worms […]