Arushi Singh Stardust And we We’re just stardust My love Try to find our way back To the sky. Arushi Singh has been lurking around for 20 years.
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George Held “Kindergarten”
George Held Kindergarten You led us in a daisy chain around the giant oak outside our kindergarten and back inside distributed warm, souring milk or tinny tomato juice and then cajoled us onto our mats and traipsed among us strewing cardboard flower petals in your guise as The Sandman till we drowsed off on the […]
Read MoreBethany Reid “His Neck Slashed”
Bethany Reid His Neck Slashed the murdered man staggered from the bed to the dresser and stood, astonished, where each night for thirty years he had emptied his pockets of coins and keys— staring now into the mirror as his life drained from him, his soul draped like a pair of silk stockings over his […]
Read MoreJimat Achmadi “End of the year…”
Jimat Achmadi End of the year, the radio is still switched on, dust on the door and the window glass. Jimat Achmadi was born in Yogyakarta, writing to unravel himself on a traffic-jam.
Read MoreKeith Nunes “Lake as an empty symbol”
Keith Nunes Lake as an empty symbol Songs tell of the lake as a subsisting pool of spiritual joy but lately echoes carry far into the hollows of the empty lake and the trout are screaming. Keith Nunes lives beside Lake Rotoma in NZ, gets published and is/was a former newspaper sub-editor, drunk, gambler and […]
Read MoreRobert Lee Whitmire “I’m Sure”
Robert Lee Whitmire I’m Sure moons fly by faster now, propelled by cold white fire, or perhaps that’s just cataracts braiding moon glades in my eyes. Robert Lee Whitmire is a retired journalist and photographer and currently is employed as a grandfather and nascent poet.
Read MoreBen Telicki “Dear Olivia”
Ben Telicki Dear Olivia Death is a part of life, and outlet shopping depends on my boredom level. Ben Telicki wrote that.
Read MoreBen Telicki “About Joining Stage Crew”
Ben Telicki About Joining Stage Crew Time has moved quickly and I made the mistake of addressing this far too late. Ben Telicki wrote that.
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