Emily Stephenson/Poetry

Modern Family Poem The widened arms of the marina stretch below the fourth-story balcony. Briny winds waft into the open door, into the small apartment. She sleeps through the noon-bells, her nocturnal employment awaits. The atmosphere seems heavy and oppressive. It...

Dorothy Zeisler, Poetry

  Works:   Mother monarch treads water, Floats gently, to pretend her feet touch the ocean floor, Her tired mind distributes a headache, pounding against her skull like waves. The ocean spray masks her strongest tears As she works to raise her own, up above...

Mario Moroni/Poetry

 *** Intermezzo by Mario Moroni     Recitare le ceneri Ciò che rimane del giorno, ciò che non si vede più o che è stato mal visto, quel giorno quando John Trevor era uscito in strada, scese le scale: “Cielo quasi blu dalle mille forme scure” aveva...

Bill Yarrow/Poetry

RUN OF HUNTERS The leaking state. Comparative possum. The crushing sound of conjunction. Like eating a meal of attenuated steam. I am passionately committed to palisade market shares. Time is the bebop of the spheres. Your self insists you take inverted sides. What’s...

Anum Kamran Sattar/Poetry

by Anum Kamran Sattar   Arrogance I wanted to participate in our class discussion on a scummy pond, so I said the water was not filled with bacteria, but some aquatic plant. But my professor dismissed my observation. He thought that nitrogen–containing waste from...