by Kaori Fujimoto
You rush from your home in the Tokyo area, and, as the train station comes into view, you see your fellow commuters bottlenecked into the street.
by Juleus Ghunta
The night she tried to beat me, I slept on the veranda / of the shop in the square.
by Amye Archer
There are nights when I look at you, feel for you in the dark, and the falling into one another, the estuary we create, is still so easy.
Bleak, that’s a given. No sun for / days. The spring doesn’t arrive / soon enough.
by Angela Kubinec
While browsing my local used book store, I came across a title I had not seen in decades. It was How to Make Love to a Man
by Alan Swyer
Dubbed by Jerry Wexler of Atlantic Records The greatest singer—and hustler—in the world
, Solomon Burke had a story second to none.
by Dr. Donna Roberts
From hula-hoops to cabbage patch dolls to fidget spinners. From goldfish swallowing to streaking to twerking.
It’s warm. Always / warm with some war starting up, more / children to raise.
Word counts, book sales, even romance: the only astrological guide a writer needs.
by Russell Hemmell
Ca’ Dario stands in front of us, sombre, sleek and precious, often avoided and always dreaded.
by Christie Tate
Regret not a single time you ran full-speed into situations that violated every standard of ethics, morality, hygiene, civility, and OSHA.
by Suzi Banks Baum
Take a deeper breath, / the kind that quiets your belly / when you stand on the cliff’s edge of a new now.
by Samuel Cole
I touch his shoulder, wishing to touch everything else. Now. Here. Out in the open.
Dangerous / to let the sharks of worry swim away / after dismissing them into the open ocean
by Peter Cowlam
Minions in a free press, let loose with a vision, wash tides of stucco from their blades as work ends on a coastal tower.