Is it not your rebellious nature? Whom are you rebelling against? Life? In the silence of the night The curtains of the Hudson River roll up and you make your dramatic appearance down from the deep Hunger in your eyes, insatiable Your black cape covers the river And you smile with such a charm That … Continue reading »
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A Misuse of the Word ‘Entropy’ by Elizabeth Derksen
Pining for nothing more or less than pure Fabrication, now that I can’t construct A think, and unlike before, nothing will Materialize our of thin air under My hands, and more and more, even more appears Under others’ hands in China. We know “Longevity is the antithesis Of fashion”. We feel the horror of that … Continue reading »
Pale Horse – Robert McManes
I don’t recall exactly when I first realized Death doesn’t ride a pale horse, but I’m pretty positive this revelation came after the new millennium. Horses just aren’t “in” anymore, not in the twenty-first century. Something so infinite grand needs a modern ride. One with flash and pizzazz. Last night I had a dream; Death … Continue reading »
Keeping it Simple by Rebecca Gaffron
When the world ends, you will remain. Rooted as an ash, your hair like stringy leaves blowing in the gusts of my endings. I will turn my face up in wonder at the mischief and fun sparkling in your eyes. Seeing you always requires looking up. Stretching skyward. Star-ward. Stretching all my capacity. So I … Continue reading »
The Meteorologist’s Breasts by Paul Hostovsky
which are right next to the hurricane which is inching up the east coast are lovely and on the small side. The hurricane is predicted to be the biggest to hit the east coast since they started naming hurricanes in 1953. Love is greater than fear said the bumper sticker on the truck in front … Continue reading »
Lost Landscape by Joan McNerney
I am driving down a hill without name on an unnumbered highway. This road transforms into a snake winding around coiled on hair pin turns. See how it hisses though this long night. Why am I alone? At bottom of the incline lies a dark village strangely hushed with secrets. How black it is. How … Continue reading »
My Daughter by Michele Seminara
Why is my daughter crying? She’s so soft inside her shell. If I want to know I might have to go and find her where she’s hiding scared. Oh why is my daughter crying? In the past I might have known. Before she involuted and expelled me from her secret world. Why is my daughter … Continue reading »
A Knot in the Wood by Calla Devlin
It was the first time my father had visited me since I moved to New York and we hadn’t been alone in a room since he helped me pack for grad school. He had paused before folding each article of clothing, then grimaced whenever he tucked something into my suitcase. His expression communicated what he … Continue reading »
Living in Sin by Gale Acuff
One day I’ll see Miss Hooker in Heaven when I’m dead. She’s my Sunday School teacher and says that all men must die, women too, and that they’ll never know exactly when and that if they knew when then they’d be afraid and couldn’t live out living lives they have. She’ll go to Heaven, and … Continue reading »
Market Day by Philip Vermaas
My father is not a market person, not a wanderer amongst the trinkets unless he’s committed to the whim of others and, in good humour, is going along and taking that measure of alleviation which you do when doing things others enjoy. My father is not a market person, he’s a scheduler and surgical shopper … Continue reading »
