Joseph Geskey Illumination For every child I wish the single lumen of a firefly powering a Mason jar will allow you to see something your parents didn’t know was lost in the encroaching night. Joseph Geskey is a physician who lives outside of Columbus, Ohio and hopes that in any conversation with friends that medical […]
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Steve Klepetar “Over There”
Steve Klepetar Over There I wonder why my neighbor is over there burying something in the grass by the burned out light rather than in her own back yard, but I guess whatever magic she holds in her capable hands must require this precise mood without intervention or superfluous words. Steve Klepetar does a credible […]
Read MoreJeffrey Hantover “The Poem You Didn’t Read”
Jeffrey Hantover The Poem You Didn’t Read This is the poem I didn’t write, the poem you didn’t read, because I wanted the words to be perfect, and anyway there would always be time. Jeffrey Hantover is a poet and novelist.
Read MoreJon Densford “Tempus Fugit”
Jon Densford Tempus Fugit As you breathe deeply, imagine that time gets more beautiful as it’s running out on you – more like a toy kaleidoscope twisted at twilight than like a sand dial slung off a cliff. As he approaches 73, Jon Densford, of Memphis TN appreciates each safe and healthy morning like it […]
Read MoreAlisa Golden “Waiting for News”
Alisa Golden Waiting for News This night I sleep like a migrating bird, one hemisphere lowered out of body, the other roaming dark streets – the high-rise where the recycling center used to be, People’s Park, still peopled and tarped against the University’s reign – and both halves collide when my eyes open, arguing who […]
Read MoreAlisa Golden “Like That”
Alisa Golden Like That I dissolve a little with each tablespoon of sugar water for the nectar: a little of me fills each red feeder and waits for a taker, the needle-nose dipstick measuring how much is left, a signal for a refill and another Like, which keeps the circle going. Alisa Golden reads a […]
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John Hawkhead On a snow-dusted path we climb the mountain we’ll never come down. John Hawkhead‘s short-form poetry and artwork have been published all over the world. His two books are ‘Small Shadows’ and ‘Bone Moon’ from Alba Publishing.
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John Hawkhead Between graveyard yews the sound of coffin lids creaking in a crow’s call. John Hawkhead‘s short-form poetry and artwork have been published all over the world. His two books are ‘Small Shadows’ and ‘Bone Moon’ from Alba Publishing.
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