Sean Lyon Portrait The frazzled lady reads the seams of the scuffed tennis ball, rotating it on her fingertips like a loose orange in the hand of a grove wanderer. Sean Lyon was born in Texas, lives in Brooklyn, and has never received an invitation to throw out the first pitch at any baseball game (professional […]
Read MoreRoy Dorman Witness In the gentle darkening of dusk, white tail deer stand wide-eyed, ears and tails erect, transfixed on the lawn outside a ramshackle cabin, as the commotion of a hunters’ poker game pours through screened windows. Roy Dorman is the submissions editor of Lake City Lights, an online literary site, and has had poetry […]
Read MoreAnuja Ghimire My Child Draws Her eyes believe each new color on the empty paper as the pencil strikes defibrillate my waning heart. Anuja Ghimire lives in Dallas and with her husband and two little girls and writes poems.
Read MorePearl Pirie Measured movements I’m still weeding except where a snail — that patron saint of sow weed— trails and last week’s caterpillar is already transforming into a Monarch. Pearl Pirie writes out of Ottawa, Canada when not being a cat-butler.
Read MoreRobert Gregory Wren—How to Identify A being the size of a thumb tail cocked up like a spoiler or a cap worn backward and a loud ferocious delighted song that translates as get the fuck out of my way, Fatasses! Robert Gregory lives down by the river and looks out the window when he should […]
Read MoreSara Hughes After He Leaves When you find yourself cooing to the window, “Pretty please, Pretty please,” in your most coy voice, remember: this too will end, and in the kitchen, a slice of watermelon juicy as a mouth, begs to be bitten. Sara Hughes earned a Ph.D. in English from Georgia State University in […]
Read MoreLaura M Kaminski He’s Not Heavy I’m struck again by social science implications embedded in the ink of reference, this entry in the dictionary where care means affection, also burden. Laura M Kaminski’s poetry page is at arkofidentity.wordpress.com.
Read MoreTrish Lindsey Jaggers Cows Lying at the Watering Hole Old brown eyes slow-close while umbrellas of willows drip dry shade on parched grass. Trish Lindsey Jaggers (from somewhere in Kentucky) still writes with a pencil, a very sharp one.
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