Steve Klepetar Looking Down When night blazes, when our eyes turn to lanterns, when we climb away from heat, looking down, when we watch our houses burn and everything turn to ash, we come to know how quickly fire swallows towns, how all around the hills burn, and under earth rivers boil toward the sea. […]
Read MoreHowie Good Woken by Worry There’s just enough light bleeding in through the window for me to see what isn’t there, a man in plastic sunglasses opening a black umbrella like some kind of signal for the dark to start shrieking. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix Late April Snow Watching it through the window of the preemie ward: delicate, unexpected, brief. H. Edgar Hix is like blood: still in circulation, liking to be read.
Read MoreGil Hoy Abstinence Before waking sleeping giant ghosts living deep inside you, living deep inside your most faraway dreams, be sure you first know your universe to its core. Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer.
Read MoreIon Corcos Days As the days lengthen, an eighty-year-old woman walks slowly down the hill, turns eighty-one. Ion Corcos is currently travelling full-time and enjoys writing about nature and life. Ion’s website is www.ioncorcos.wordpress.com and he tweets at @IonCorcos.
Read MoreMike Swengel Rush That rush, walking the short hallway toward long nights in her room. Mike Swengel is excited to find an opportunity to share things he’s been saving for ‘someday’ and ‘maybe.’
Read MoreAndrew Morr Love # 1 A spare second within my rag-tag day delivers me the thought that soon, we’ll make a pretty fair family: not one without flaw, but with enough love to bear beauty. Andrew Morr is a white belt in writing.
Read MoreRasma Haidri Polar Night Poem Nothing to say is also a poem in silence murmuring responses. Rasma Haidri is an American writer living on the Norwegian Arctic seacoast.
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