Linda Powell lives and writes in Kansas. In the Gloom By Linda Powell He walked through the door and found a nothingness, like the set of a silent movie being filmed in black and white. In the gloom, he found a window and pulled back gathered curtains. Slender beams of light exposed a million specks of […]
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Invitation to the Dance
Howard F. Stein’s most recent poem to appear here was “Hands” (September 2017) Invitation to the Dance By Howard F. Stein after Carl Maria von Weber Dry leaves, partner with wind, swirl, twirl, skip, scrape in their dance to an orchestra conducted by wind— dance in the open, dance in corners where curbs and walls meet. […]
Simile Free
Elisabeth Horan lives and writes in Vermont. Simile Free By Elisabeth Horan I am the lady with quills in her skin. I repel anyone who attempts to come in. They don’t prick like anything. I have a scent worse than skunk— My life, it makes me want to jump! It doesn’t smell like anything. In […]
smiles of lyrical suns
Peter Magliocco lives and writes in Las Vegas, Nevada. smiles of lyrical suns By Peter Magliocco Does it roll into you, the musical vibe from nowhere inculcating us with sweet sounds until our minds remember her with the first dream of beauty holding forth throughout the breadth of time: walk with me beyond banal wend […]
Poem
Thomas Locicero’s most recent poem to appear here was “Belated Elegy” (September 2017) Poem By Thomas Locicero You see a white flag of paper, blank and empty as an anti-sky. You may see my head lift quixotically and then the reining in of thoughts. You may see me bartering with the air: a deep breath for […]
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