John L. Stanizzi 2 POND Poems* 12.21.18 8.14 a.m. 59 degrees (incredible) -after Wallace Stevens, “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour” (Married 28 years today. It has been as close to perfect as one can imagine.) Pluvious morning, torrential and warm, thawed mole-tunnels caving in, ordination of melting ice, the rain broadcasting itself over the […]
Read MoreShaniece Devieux A moment of renewed faith brought you to by: The Black boy about 9 or 10 you watch on a crowded Q49, make a call and say, yes mom I made it. Shaniece Devieux (featured in Entity Mag and The Inquisitive Eater) is a Gemini dreamer who hopes to one day write a […]
Read MoreGil Hoy Animal Aptitudes No disrespect intended to me or the others, but it’s man himself I fear most. Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who searches for winning poems in his legal arguments.
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche If Trees Could Weep If pine and oak, ash and larch, sassafras and sycamore, if all of them could weep, they should weep like the weeping cherry tree whose snow white tears are more beautiful than laughter. J.R. Solonche is the author of eight books of poetry, whose work has appeared many […]
Read MoreC G Holder If Not If I cannot make a poem from the word cromlech then there are no wizards nor hidden realms nor doorways waiting in the bland landscape. C G Holder lives in confusion, a synonym for England.
Read MoreF.J. Bergmann Open to Interpretation Well, it could be a metaphor for sex, but I prefer to think of it as representing the experience of being sacrificed on the altar of the great god Pan and then dismembered and flung to the wolves who are not mentioned directly in the poem. F.J. Bergmann edits poetry […]
Read MoreHowie Good How to Prepare for Heartbreak Summoning up a kind of rage, stubbornly walk, or even crawl, across a frozen sea and then pass through a hole in a fence, on the other side of which it’s dusk, and maybe always is, no people anywhere, just stubble fields and a black dog with a […]
Read MoreNatalie Jarrett Augury I find it hard to distinguish between the faces of birds and plague masks these days. Natalie Jarrett impatiently awaits her second semester of senior year.
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