Timothy Daly No Pasa Nada Algunos momentos sólo están destinados a ser disfrutados en la memoria. It’s Okay Some moments are only meant to be enjoyed in memory. Nobody explained to Timothy Daly that speaking different tongues meant living different lives.
Read MoreSteve Dodson Biloxi #3 When the wind blows west from Keesler I hear Taps in the breeze. Steve Dodson is alive but no longer living in Queens.
Read MoreMaria de Jesus Ayala Applause When my mother fried chicken, it always sounded like applause. Maria de Jesus Ayala is a Chicana, bisexual poet from San Diego, CA.
Read MoreHilary Sideris Cal We four old children conference call from Santa Barbara, Brooklyn, Washington, Wausau, about our mom’s new friend Caldwell who goes by Cal and other tall strong men who don’t exist and never knock, but walk right in, then disappear with her diamonds. Hilary Sideris works for CUNY Start, a program for underserved, […]
Read MoreTimothy Daly Remiendos Una buena noche de sueño, un café fuerte, piano al sol de la mañana, y estoy curado por ahora. Patches A good night of sleep, strong coffee, piano in the morning sun, and I am healed for now. Nobody explained to Timothy Daly that speaking different tongues meant living different lives. […]
Read MoreJuan Pablo Mobili Aubade They are coming back, yesterday it was the middle-aged groundhog sampling brown tufts from my garden’s cuisine, today is the slender fox walking briskly the length of my back fence longing for one last henhouse, we all go about our business, sighing for our losses, counting our blessings. Juan Pablo Mobili […]
Read MoreAlisa Golden Then There Is the Scar Some trees, growing from within shed their outer skin in continuous, vulnerable glow, while others hold tight to their bark, crack their thick layers, prompting a question, in both cases, about you. Alisa Golden reads a paper newspaper at breakfast, walks her inner dog daily, and edits Star […]
Read MoreAlisa Golden Riptides Combing through tangles, shattered crunch of homes gone, we wade in with rolled clothes, not knowing how long we can hold our breath while we rebuild. Alisa Golden reads a paper newspaper at breakfast, walks her inner dog daily, and edits Star 82 Review while imagining she saw another bird. www.neverbook.com | […]
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