Steve Klepetar Cassandra Cursed and breathing darkness, she dreams of temples and a burning rain, while her tongue, blistered raw with prophecy, muddies the rhythms of flame. As a small boy, Steve Klepetar met the great logician Kurt Gödel at Princeton, but not much rubbed off.
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Steve Klepetar “Solstice”
Steve Klepetar Solstice As summer begins, light travels the trails of the universe, curving around to wheat fields where crows gather in fury at this late hour dusk, beating their black wings. Steve Klepetar is a little worried about his future.
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George Lee Perfect goodbye In perfect thirds we say goodbye You, my subject, framed in silver Our words composed for the start, Not the end. George Lee is a budding thinker trying to find his place in the world.
Read MoreScott Hughes “Old Plot”
Scott Hughes Old Plot My father drives me around his new property, a tract slicing into the Okefenokee Swamp, and points out the grotesquely twisted pines, the spot where a B-29 fireballed to earth in ‘48, and the nearly toppling house where Seminoles led by Billy Bowlegs slaughtered an entire family, and he says, “One […]
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche “On a Photograph of Me”
J.R. Solonche On a Photograph of Me Shit, how I envy all the millions who lived before photography. J.R. Solonche has been publishing poetry since the early 70s.
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche “Van Gogh, Cornfield with Lark”
J.R. Solonche Van Gogh, Cornfield with Lark He wanted to be a poet more than a painter, so when van Gogh tried to paint the sound of the lark as it ascended into the sky above the cornfield, he painted the lark. J.R. Solonche has been publishing poetry since the early 70s.
Read MoreMichael Dwayne Smith “I wanted to be”
Michael Dwayne Smith I wanted to be a young woman leaping from a tall building, which I cannot do because my body is made of sky and to fall through myself is what makes me a man, this dying upward. Michael Dwayne Smith lives near a Mojave Desert ghost town, where his latest book, Roadside […]
Read MoreTodd Mercer “Skewering”
Todd Mercer Skewering “Stab me once, shame on you…” says my shrink-friend, voting for divorce over patching up, while we grill a ton of meat for his umpteen teenage offspring, “…fewer punctures = better.” Todd Mercer coined the popular culture term “high-tracked” (becoming side-tracked from one’s stream of thought due to being high) and wrote […]
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