poetry
The Long Arm of the Past Hangs on Forever and You Are with Me Still
By Cecil Morris
The embryo that bloomed ectopic in the wife // who left me would be 45 this year and lives // in the cryogenic regions of my brain
Humming and Taking the Old Birdie Out for a Spin
The antique store hides // a portal to the underworld // behind a wall of maps // of places that don’t exist.
Human Pastoral Brick and Two Other Poems
By Chris Corlew
willow-white duck // the blistered // spigot squirts not only for you // but for my irradiated necktie
Absolute Room and The Space
Indoors, faith's crumb turned my without force // as a red need - the language, the // locate plan.
Water Can't Roll and First Date
By Ellen Orr
As cast in copper, pelican reflects. // Pale plumage tarred brown. Preening // for naught: water seeps in, chills.
Wait, A Point, and Twice Revised Tales
There is an instant in all // Beginnings and endings // Where trees wait to bloom, // And rivers wait to flow.
The Fall
A snake removes its skin // and sheds what little innocence // we might have given credence to.
A Moment of Grace
By Glenn Wright
The black and yellow wasps // came at us from all directions.
Homo Humini Lupus and Funeral Music
By Howie Good
First I tried reading myself back to sleep. Then I tried the couch. // Then I visited among the other insomniacs scrolling on Facebook