Lee Nash The first and last time I met Egje At the host’s somewhat awkward offer of sparkling wine on the terrace overlooking the valley as the mid-afternoon sun drizzled through the lime tree and Californian poppies shyly fringed the farmhouse wall before the first bite of olive cake before her husband turned the elm […]
Read MoreKathryn Staublin Creative Writing Club Blues I introduce poetry as one would introduce a past love— timidly, with poise and appreciation— but it is difficult to convince those searching eyes that anything worth doing is worth doing right when the only thing that sells comes in fifty shades. Kathryn Staublin is an English teacher who […]
Read MoreDeborah Bacharach Regret One cold spring when I lived in shit- strewn Paris and had to fight to buy a ham sandwich and my food was stolen and my books were stolen and the man I wanted had no time and a man on the street dropped his pants and leered, I did not walk […]
Read MoreDeborah Bacharach If you want to tan go, draw a line up the back of night’s naked calf. You can find Deborah Bacharach‘s poems in her book After I Stop Lying, in concis and Texas Review, or on DeborahBacharach.com.
Read MorePravat Kumar Padhy In her drenched hair, I sense imprint of the first rain. Pravat Kumar Padhy is a scientist and poet with several poems and Japanese short form of poetry featured in many notable journals and anthologies.
Read MoreJ.R. Solonche Botanical Garden If yellow is the color of joy, and If red is love’s color, then here is joy enough for a city of the miserable, and here is red enough for all the cups of the loveless. J.R. Solonche is author of Beautiful Day , Won’t Be Long , Heart’s Content , Invisible (nominated for […]
Read MoreKenneth Salzmann Genealogy In that case you might as well create ancestors of your own from the glistening shards of dreams from flickering glimpses of strangers on the D train as if your story were handed down from father to son then father to son and then to you and as if who and what […]
Read Moredeb y felio Above It All From the floor to ceiling window in my 43rd floor apartment of a 54 storied highrise I watch the intersecting circles of interstates and bypasses clogged with vehicles that once moved freely from here to there and realize tonight there is no choice for a road less traveled. deb […]
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