Sabyasachi Nag Postcards from Winter The only red patch in all this white is the crest of the woodpecker digging on the dead branches of a birch, and that Poinsettia – from last Christmas, now aching like a war widow. What Ants Know To know what ants know we sit on a shiny patch by the […]
Read MoreJohn Grey After “My Way” The Elvis impersonator adjusted his dark glasses, pulled in his stomach, wiped the sweat from his cheeks and the curl from his brow, wheeled his cape around and, as mist rose from the stage, sequins sparkled in the spotlight,. he stepped into the darkness and was gone. You Know It’s Over […]
Read MoreCatherine B. Krause COSMETINAUT She covers her arms and legs with lye every day, burning and itching and thinking “I’m gonna look so good.” Catherine B. Krause sells poetry books with names like “Classifieds” and “The Leopard Slug” out of halfway houses and seedy motels.
Read MoreBekah Steimel When I needed traction the most, you gave me sleet and covered your eyes as I spun out of control. Bekah Steimel is an internationally published poet living in St. Louis, MO, whose pastimes include flirting, drinking whiskey and making people uncomfortable.
Read MoreLaura Poholek 3:42 a.m. The air was thick and I contemplated the architecture of bathrooms. Laura Poholek lives in Tallahassee, FL with her cat, Noah, and an abundance of Christmas lights.
Read MorePattie Flint I used to have big ideas but they left and took the kids. Pattie Flint is a poet in CT who is often late to work and life events in general.
Read MoreEric Otto Size To Canis Majoris we must all be touching each other in intimate ways. Eric Otto shares his work at ecotto.wordpress.com.
Read MoreVirginie Colline Haunted Unfalling rain haunts the space, so does the cry of the Chippewa man. Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. You can read her latest poems in Creative Thresholds, Storyacious, Synchronized Chaos and Dead Snakes.
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