The Janitor & Poetry by Danny Barbare
Words says the janitor I just keep getting swept away till the floor is clean— that educated shine polished with...
Untitled Still Life with Fluorescent Bulb by S. R. Aichinger
Got so high I finally felt like myself. (more…)
Sisyphus Thinks His Rock Is Heavy by Tracy May Adair
Brags about the solid granite. How his sweat and stretch polish the stone. That endless is his torment. As if...
Daisy by Dylan Manning
Grandma dropped the lizard down the garbage disposal. “I don’t like animals.” Her excuse muffles the Crunch crunch rattle crunch...
Mother May by Anicca Main
Awake to heavily pounding trains. Pass my window, shake my spine. Split with fluttering light of day my head and...
Missed Connections by Christina Kallery
Missed Connections by Christina Kallery “I look on here daily hoping someone noticed me enough to post an ad about it.”...
Louisa Howerow: The Collector
In memory of Ivan P. In the stillness of the cemetery, I wonder how it is a man will live...
Sandra S. McRae: Where I Come From
after F. Isabel Campoy I come from a fledgling suburb in a state that lost its mind with beauty but...
Lynn Marie Houston: Three Poems
Insomnia Yellow jackets burrow for winter in the exterior brick that edges the second story window. Inside that bedroom with...
Thomas Sabel: Unsought Purchases
Even with a receipt I can’t return The day bought on a whim— Careless of time being spent. Buyer’s remorse...