J.R. Solonche The Passenger Jet The passenger jet leaves its long broken contrail straight across the sky behind as though it were the dotted line of the contract the skywriter will sign. I asked the guy on Purgatory Road I asked the guy on Purgatory Road why on earth he built a house so close […]
Read MoreNeil Creighton I wake to the flickering screen’s images of desperation and remorse, the bleak recounting of misdeeds, lies, greed, corruption, scenes of anger, partisan politics, accusation, analysis, implication, expectation, speculation, but in the blue-sky day outside the gum trees are in nectar-filled explosion of blossom and the air is filled with flocks of beautiful […]
Read MoreMelissa Silva This Word Yes, even this word, this one word, this very word, this, this word on the page, this page, this page that you touch, this word that you see, this word that you hear, and all it invokes, good, bad, indifferent, vivid or not so vivid, a memory, a feeling, an experience, […]
Read MoreTommasina Domel A Cowardly Poem I excised it with a scalpel and laid it into gloved hands placed it in a jar with formaldehyde and set it on a shelf so you could read it here in all its sterile inelegance without getting blood on your hands without getting blood on mine. Tommasina Domel lives […]
Read MoreMichael Minassian Naked Cinema Here in your bed, I hear the fresh pant of your breath, the faint thump of your heartbeat which draws me, my love, into the weather of your cinema. Michael Minassian is a contributing editor for Verse-Virtual, an online magazine.
Read MoreDavid Adès The Times We Live In The picked clean ribcage of an old shipwreck lies on the beach as remnant, no less than the skeleton of all our certainties, exposed now as myths, and this endless grief, not for all things lost but for all things believed in that were nothing more than wind […]
Read MoreElizabeth J. Mitchell Dreaming of You There are people we dream of before we meet them & people we can’t stop dreaming of once we know them. Elizabeth J. Mitchell is from Michigan. She loves nature and sunsets.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar What I Brought The face of a lizard burned into my skull a deck of cards with fifty-two queens a bucket of sand turning red in the moonlight which you can hang from a maple branch beneath a squad of squabbling crows. Steve Klepetar wishes he could behold nothing that is not there […]
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