Poetry

Alan Britt

IT’S NOT OVER TILL WE SAY IT’S OVER   That’s why they’re called safety matches; duck your head before striking. That’s when the tarnished Indian elephant coin bank with iron-stripped flathead screw divorced both ribcages spilling wheat pennies, buffaloes, Mercury...

Miriam O’Neal/Poetry Book Review

          Carolyn Welch The Garden of Fragile Beings (2019) Finishing Line Press https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/the-garden-of-fragile-beings-by-carolyn-welch/ ISBN:978-1- 63534-736-4 6” X 9”, paperback, 88 pages ($19.99)     A...

Laura Boss/Poetry

THIS THANKSGIVING   This Thanksgiving my husband and I went to Atlanta       to spend Thursday through Sunday       with his very caring daughter Jim and I had gotten up at 3:20 a.m. and were       at the airport by 5 My new husband ( not so different       from...

Our Back Yard: Mick McMahon/Poetry

 Death of a Dandelion   The day I died was not just one day. It was a year, maybe two, maybe three – It was slow. It was painful And it went unnoticed. The sun still rose. The day I died, I did not go coughing. There was no sobbing, no wheezing, I did not die...

Our Back Yard: Keery Hastings/Poetry

Body Buried Body burned into a wooden box Or maybe gently paced into a casket; Dug just a bit too high underground. Dressed in a last pair of clothes; Hands to chest – A lonely name ground into pink marbled stone; Settled under the next available lot – The leaves from...

Our Back Yard/Poetry Review by Emily Vogel

Since Sunday   BRITTANY TOMASELLI Distributed for Omnidawn Publishing, Inc.  48 pages | 5 1/2 x 7 | © 2019 Paper $13.95ISBN: 9781632430731Published October 2019   By Emily Vogel Poetry Editor Brittany Tomaselli’s most recent collection of poems, “Since Sunday”...

Our Back Yard: Mike Foldes/Poetry

          Dreaming in Hungarian Miskolc, Eger, Budapest, letcho, goulash, paprikash, nem, egan, dobos torte, smooth roads, fenceless fields ideally suited for horse-drawn wagons to leave wakes of  broken grasses, transitory roadways for...

The Number Five… /Book Review

          Bob Heman and Cindy Hochman The Number 5 Is Always Suspect — Collaborative Poems Presa Press, 2019 http://presapress.com/the-number-5-is-always-suspect-collaborative-poems ISBN: none (6” x 9”, paperback, 36 pages ($8.00)  ...

Marc Darnell/Poetry

Gadget Man is a juicy machine-- a talking sack of fluids, no soul, I mean no aura, no spirit seen. If you ask druids if man is a juicy machine they'll say he's a stream in sync with all the gods, but no soul.  I mean well, though I seem cold, inhumanly rude to say man...

The Memory of Objects/Book Review

  Bad Harvest (ISBN-13: 978-0887486388) by Dzvinia Orlowsky Carnegie Mellon University Press https://www.cmu.edu/universitypress/ 5.5” x 8.5” paperback, 80 pages $15.95   THE MEMORY OF OBJECTS Review by Olena Jennings   [dropcap style="font-size: 46px;...

The Music of the Aztecs/Poetry Review

  The Music of the Aztecs Edited by David B. Churchill Pony One Dog Press (Paper, $19.95) (ISBN #978-0-9753095-4-4: 115 pages) PO Box 30552 Bethesda, MD 20824     The Music of the Aztecs Review by Bill Cushing Contributing Writer [dropcap...

Steve Dalachinsky/Poetry

the club                                                                                       ok so dolphy left the country  & i just missed trane but i got to see ayler doesn’t that qualify me for the club? where are the wash clothes when you need one & why...

Steve Carter/Poetry

                        "The Slave Ship"                               J.M.W. Turner (British School)                                          1775-1851 A wash of color. Red emerges, then yellow, white, finally the darker colors. A streak of brightness, neither yellow...

Raven, by John Smelcer/Poetry book review

Using Raven as the standing metaphor for Human, we receive lessons in love, ethics and morality. The poems in this collection reflect upon the enduring hardships and unanswerables facing mankind that influence both the choices we make, and the effects those decisions have on others.

Rustin Larson/Poetry

Me, Being Rude A woman knocks, asks what I think the purpose of life is. Possible answers: 1) No. No, thank you. 2) The purpose of life is to not be asked such questions. 3) There is no purpose. Life just is. If the rose-petal goddess likes me, that’s a good thing....

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