Chris Bullard Seasonal Haiku Another April ruined by rain and then May ruined by flowers. Chris Bullard was born in Jacksonville, FL, lives in Philadelphia, has some degrees, some publications and is amazed to find that his life history really only requires less than 35 words.
Read MoreMary Damon Peltier Digging a Garden in New England Where there are roots there are rocks, in the crevices of memory pain. Mary Damon Peltier wishes she were working in a garden instead of staring at the dingy white walls of her apartment.
Read MoreDebbie Wong In Between When you call two places home, it means you’re always leaving. Debbie Wong is still searching to be found. https://www.deborahannwong.com/
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix DESTROYER (for H.L. Hix Jr.) They call it a destroyer, this ship that cuts across a glass sea that effortlessly heals the tiny scratch it makes. H. Edgar Hix continues to live his paragraph one sentence at a time.
Read MoreHowie Good Deadheading Every morning and again most evenings I deadhead my flowers, using thumb and index finger as pincers to remove spent blossoms one by one, some scratched and dented like a student trumpet and some flat like a paper star, but others more like a poet confined in a madhouse, petals curled inward, […]
Read MoreTegan Murrell Standing in the Lukewarm, TV Static Salt Bath of the Target Baking Aisle, I stare at the colored mini marshmallows and think about my sister, who sometimes melted the pastel pink, orange and yellows on top of her hot cocoa like a doll house sunset, but more often ate them straight from the […]
Read MoreElan Radousky Mtmrphss The caterpillar has no knowledge of the butterflies, so it builds its tomb of tradition, and prepares for the promise of eternal rest. Elan Radousky lives in California, enjoys writing poetry, juggling objects, and almost always forgets to write down his dreams, but some of his poems have appeared in Eunoia Review […]
Read MoreFredric Koeppel Episode Under a sky so blue you could break it over your knee and hand the shards out to the poor in spirit, an empty grocery cart rolls along the parking lot, grazes a light pole, gathers speed down an incline and smashes into the back of a red Volvo station wagon, igniting […]
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