Two Poems by A.M. Brant Mermaid Glisten, water glow, on tail of scales of gold. Siren song rising over the mountaintop town. Candle woman sun up. She is calling to you. Can you hear her song? She is dancing on the Ohio, her arms open, her breasts open, eyes open,…
Read MoreHappiness in the Face of Bipolar Disorder by Sean L Corbin And you worry that this warmth you feel on your shoulders this undeniable fullness in the crook of your arm this dusted-off upward bend at the corner of your mouth you worry that…
Read MoreHappy Anniversary, Darling by Mary Hanrahan In the beginning there was flight, A clear blue owning the horizon. And within, _____a V of geese, an arrow determined to head in the same direction. * 10,950 mornings later, in our rounded bodies, in the same sorry chairs, we settle. * You…
Read MoreTwo Poems By David Kirby The Demimonde I’m not so much walking as tilting a little to the left and fallingforward and then tilting to the right by way of compensation …
Read MoreFlash Nonfiction and Poetry By Mary Ardery Trying to Make the 2.5-Hour Drive to the Trailhead Before Rain I drive a group of women into the wet woods of the Pisgah Forest to dry out from booze, pills, and syringes. On the 20-mile stretch before we reach the interstate,…
Read MoreTwo Poems by James Penha Uncle Ray’s Mirror When, every Sunday, we arrived at The Houseafter the 12:15 mass for dinner with my grand- parents and my mother’s youngest sister who lived there along with the eldest, Jo, the father’s favorite whose glass eye trembled in lieu of the real…
Read MoreTwo Poems by Joseph Sigurdson Letter Nothing’s gone from this white-trash lakeside where young mothers pull honey-buns from their bras and where xanax salesmen can’t spell their own product. You remember the elephantine man. He’s one of the few drunks who nurses me benzodiazepine tea until the petrified spiders are…
Read MoreTwo Poems by Zachary Bond Treating Mania I light a path of candles with my tongue, forkingmyself facefuls of manna, drinking a gallon of hellebore tea. I bathe in a brewof rose oil & lotuswater. The horizon in my stomach continues to flip. The clock inside ticks sideways. Coffinblackcrows…
Read MoreThree Poems by Alice B. Fogel Beautiful What if what you had will befrom a distance clear though it had beenup close indecipherableit could end …
Read MoreTwo Poems By Didi Goldenhar _ Rake How do you make a moral life? Sophie writes, and later I head to the garden with ball of string to save my infant pea shoots, tying them on rusty wrought iron. Thank blooming green tulips, thank cilantro and geraniums in cedar boxes.…
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