Voltage and Current | Peter Donnelly

Voltage and current: the stanzas themselves a switch board channelling energy through lines; a passage of…

Cordial rays of hope | Rob Lane Wilder

eyeballs glowing ole fred rogers on a TV heard to say each & everybody has their…

The Dark Affair | Rizwan Akhtar

—for Tammara Claire The darkness puts an embargo on rooms minuscule apertures in windows survive suffocated…

Parkways|Rob Lowe

There is no bottom, No real self; Only this incandescence Where poetry emerges. There is the…

In quarentine |Peter Hrastovec

The first thing you notice are birds, louder than normal, unmistakable and clear. They no longer…

Vodka Omelet|Michael Lee Johnson

Make it clear in my mind, Jesus, am I whacked-out on Double Cross Vodka or have…

A Complaint to Paper|Antonia Facciponte

You would be more useful as blank pulp. Beloved paper, you sleep, booked to silence—closed, too…

Queer in Belfast|Grace Tower

When God finds me, shuddering under a shire horse, snot dangling from its nose, he’ll shred…

Flan|Mariana McDonald

    Getting the sugar right−that was the hardest thing.      Caramelizing the sugar, taking it from…

Just Over the Moon|A Whittenberg

On that blue-sky day, there she was, Nikki Joval.  I, nervous and shaking, and I saw…