J.R. Solonche The Stone Wall The stone wall I built years ago has disappeared beneath the tall green laugh of the weedy grass. Nominated for the National Book Award and twice-nominated for the Pulitzer Prize, J.R. Solonche is the author of 26 books of poetry and coauthor of another.
Read MoreErica T. Holt Perennial One day, the gray matter where your smile is stored will decay into the earth and nourish spring’s wild crocuses. Erica T. Holt likes gossip and ice cream almost as much as snails.
Read MoreIan Willey The Substitute A boy raises his hand and asks the teacher how much longer he’ll have to hate himself, and the teacher, unsure how to respond, reaches for the manual only to discover that the manual is missing, having been replaced by an old TV Guide, and so he stands there, discombobulated, green […]
Read MoreMike Dillon Song He always stayed on the far side of the hill until he came to the door one day and, not bothering to knock, placed on the dining room table a small wooden box with the red stone of your secret wrapped in cotton inside, and your heart turned rabbit, not knowing which […]
Read MoreJon Densford Supply Chain Blues I imagine my muse is stuck somewhere on a ship anchored off the Port of Long Beach inside a rusty freight container where she is spraying graffiti on the inside walls and waiting, waiting for some teenager to learn to drive a semi. Jon Densford lives in Memphis, Tennessee where […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Beyond the Buoys I knew he was ready to go away, felt him growing thin, his arms lengthening to shadow as he paddled beyond the buoys. Steve Klepetar saw a pyramid in the snow by the red maple outside his front door last year, and hopes to see it again.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Summoned Most Graciously I’d skip the watermelon for some sliced apple and cheese, maybe a hard boiled egg, half a bagel, strong coffee in the cream colored mugs we like, but yes, I would love to sit naked on the grass, have breakfast with the goddesses and gods. Steve Klepetar saw a pyramid […]
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead We stop to kiss under a sudden moon, the first flush of stars. John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England. In 2021 he won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
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