Steve Klepetar Beyond the Buoys I knew he was ready to go away, felt him growing thin, his arms lengthening to shadow as he paddled beyond the buoys. Steve Klepetar saw a pyramid in the snow by the red maple outside his front door last year, and hopes to see it again.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Summoned Most Graciously I’d skip the watermelon for some sliced apple and cheese, maybe a hard boiled egg, half a bagel, strong coffee in the cream colored mugs we like, but yes, I would love to sit naked on the grass, have breakfast with the goddesses and gods. Steve Klepetar saw a pyramid […]
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead We stop to kiss under a sudden moon, the first flush of stars. John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England. In 2021 he won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead Cherry blossom floating in empty space between her last words. John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England. In 2021 he won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead At the graveyard gate, a crow waits for me to croak the password. John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England. In 2021 he won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
Read MoreBrianna McCadden In college, she’s learning pepper spray. Brianna McCadden, a name I’m learning.
Read MoreYvonne Zipter Genius At 3:30 in the A.M., I’m always brilliant as a torch in a moonless wood—a brilliance swallowed by the light of the sun. Yvonne Zipter is the author of poetry collection Kissing the Long Face of the Greyhound, the novel Infraction, and countless insomnia-induced scraps of poetry.
Read MoreFredric Koeppel November The Jack-o-Lantern our neighbor threw into the woods across the street, caved in, gnawed by squirrels and possums — I wish I had not seen that face at twilight, under a half-moon’s faint-hearted gauze. Fredric Koeppel has discovered that writing a one-sentence poem is harder than writing an epic.
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