3 senryu – by Helen Buckingham
the tension around my tension tension full moon beyond good and evil MLK Day the killing continues
Untitled Tanka – by Robert Witmer
Each spring I wait The blossoms come And go one after another Like the years You are away
3 Poems – Marc Alexander Valle
Branches, buddings, purple wrens, landing, chirping, bouncing, over battlefield trenches Desert, moon, white, dunes, sand, blowing, unearthing limestone ruins Thick mist clears, hot air balloon armada blots the atmosphere
Dead Babies – by Doug D’Elia
From a distance it looks as if she is carrying a sack of rice, but it’s a dead baby she’ll place at our feet with sad eyes, and a ghost of a chance. As if our magic, our special medicine could heal its napalm burnt, shrapnel infested body. As if we can bring her baby […]
Odds and Ends – by Corey Mesler
I think a twist of metal is a spider. I think a spider is the Antichrist. I think the Antichrist sleeps at my feet. I think I will live forever. I find a note to myself written inside a seashell: There are no odds. I still believe in odds. I still believe in ends. I […]
Ma – by Ann Quinn
In Japan, Ma is the essential space of nothingness—the empty, the void. I’ve been thinking about the in-between places lately like the space between words and the silence between notes and the summer between school years and the nights between days and how essential the in betweens are and what I’m wondering is if death […]