Poetry
Three Poems by John Meyers

Three Poems by John Meyers

A matte black Maserati penetrates East Baltimore / Luke Skywalker Death Star-style, / bombed-out rowhouses speed-blurred / on either side of a cratered street.
Two Poems by David Lohrey

Two Poems by David Lohrey

The Dutch settlers now are / largely forgotten. The Van Burens / and Roosevelts seem almost / quaint,
Two Poems by John Grey

Two Poems by John Grey

Amy has a seizure right / there in the classroom, / dropping to the floor, / writhing like a fish on land.
Reluctant Surrender

Reluctant Surrender

by Joe Balaz
 
If time is truly wun barometer / den most of dese current glitter pops / haven’t sniffed any kine of originality / since da Ice Age
Two Poems by Julie Shavin

Two Poems by Julie Shavin

Could I remember more of childhood / or its sibling, youth, / I might know what it is about capturing beauty
Three Poems by Charles Kell

Three Poems by Charles Kell

The worn man’s face held up / to a mirror. Turning, he writhes. / Inside is the held thing, which—at / this long distance—he is loathe / to name.
Two Poems by P.W. Bridgman

Two Poems by P.W. Bridgman

For those who know East Vancouver, Triumph and / Pandora Streets run in parallel.
Two Poems by J.J. Campbell

Two Poems by J.J. Campbell

wake up in a dreary nuclear afterworld / another murder / another drug bust
Two Poems by g emil reutter

Two Poems by g emil reutter

You climbed to the top of the white pine in the / neighbor’s yard, raised your arms as if you were / Icarus without wax on your wings.
The Planet, the Star, and the Darkness

The Planet, the Star, and the Darkness

by Joan Prusky Glass
 
I am drawing a diagram for my students / explaining that earth orbits the sun
Three Poems by Robert S. King

Three Poems by Robert S. King

The rain that ruined my cardboard / house has moved away, so I walk / a 3:00 a.m. street with no signs, / no traffic except for the wind, / stray dogs, alley cats, and clouds / of gnats.
Two Poems by David Tuvell

Two Poems by David Tuvell

Have you googled all the mysteries, Karen? / This isn’t a Pacific Theatre. / Watch the choreography of victim blood / splattered cold against the moon.
Modern Angels

Modern Angels

by Kate Nezelek
 
This is the skeleton / of a different poem. / This is the fallen, breaking / ourselves over / like the wooden sticks / we once worried into crosses / so long ago.
Two Poems by David Spicer

Two Poems by David Spicer

Whatever it is, I want / to write the perfect poem. / On some moon-bitten night / I want it to escape my psyche / and impress the woman in the red / dress so she’ll pronounce it / a perfect poem, more perfect / than a tuxedo.
Edges

Edges

by Johnson Cheu
 
Always, they’ve held the threat / of falling, as in off a cliff, / or less dire, a bed. / Death or an awakening awaits.

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