Mike Harrell The Projector Suddenly the days moved faster– light flickering through the south window of the parlor as through the lens of an antique projector, shadows leaping erratically across the ceiling, the final reel unspooling in a heap on the floor. Mike Harrell lives in Brooklyn, NY and has been published in Avatar Review, […]
Read MoreM.J.Iuppa Glancing Out the Window Again and again, now more frequently, I think about death and how it will have me un- aware of its intention to take me away from this— which is full of occupation— this lifetime, waiting M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of lake Ontario.
Read MoreSara Adams To Water I can lead myself to water but I can’t make her stay. A very small bit about me in bio format: Sara Adams entertains herself mostly by writing experimental, found, and collaborative poetry, some of which is linked from her website: www.kartoshkaaaaa.com.
Read MoreSara Adams I Spy I spy with my drunk little eye myself. A very small bit about me in bio format: Sara Adams entertains herself mostly by writing experimental, found, and collaborative poetry, some of which is linked from her website: www.kartoshkaaaaa.com.
Read MoreKen Chau A Rabbi’s Opinion is as Valid as Anyone’s I don’t think that I am Christ-like but the rabbi is insistent. Ken Chau is a poet living in Melbourne, Australia, whose collection Possible Lyrics for Chinese and Western Pop Songs (Bendigo Publishing, 2015) won the unaugural 2015 Vox Bendigo Fyffe Prize.
Read MoreClaire Zoghb Beach To find my father now would be like finding the other half of this oyster shell. Claire Zoghb is awaiting the arrival of a new chapbook and fragrant moonflowers in her garden this summer.
Read MoreMatt Quinn At the water’s edge I write your name in pebbles – not sand this time, but still, the tide. Matt Quinn of Brighton, England has very little to say for himself and so rejoices in the one-sentence limit imposed at One Sentence Poems.
Read MoreMatt Quinn Apostasy From a crack in the great grey orthodoxy of pavement, a shocking heresy of green. Matt Quinn of Brighton, England has very little to say for himself and so rejoices in the one-sentence limit imposed at One Sentence Poems.
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