Catch the Wind Love is born through the absurdity of Knowing another Or rather– the endeavor of Knowing another Which remains forever unfulfilled. Perhaps that is the allure of Love– Like a hamster running on its wheel Moving nowhere in time and space Love keeps Knowing just out of arm’s reach With every step we […]Read more "Poetry & Art by Estefani Schubert"
BURN When an arsonist haunted our street my lip trembled with helplessness. The first fire, a rosemary bush outside the house of an outspoken neighbor big white beard and pot-bellied, picture a grizzled Santa Claus. The first time we spoke he told me about the ex-son-in-law he almost murdered, beating him and driving his car […]Read more "Poetry by Michael Chin"
Plum I notice her purple nails maybe aubergine, not dark enough to be eggplant. The color of lavender-soaked fig. We spend our time together cleaning other people’s houses, rooms with violet walls that, if they could speak, would confess all the times I’ve wanted to beg for her. I want to tell her she is the […]Read more "Poetry by James Roach"
My grandmother was a great cook. Because of that, a crumple of tinfoil in the freezer holds the last thing I have from her hands. Her cheese borag recipe: She stopped putting parsley in them when my dad stopped liking green—one of those sacred traditions that only changes for youngest sons; one of those simple […]Read more "Inheritance by Jordan Nishkian"
A syrupy sap that falls as your last attempt to break your knees and branch out Buds of warm teeth sprout and stick to your cracked lips Stuck in the sugar; sap gathers and melts- Over the crest of flesh. Water flows and streams under eyelids creased. Under harsh vowel sounds jammed in whispers. Under […]Read more "Bare Blue Juniper Knees By Alayne Ballantine"
DEATH IN MASQUERADE I remember my aunt who lives in the Crown’s yard. Yes, that aunt—the dilettante of good manners, whose words make God’s brain careen in his skull. She is the poison in the antidote. She is death— death in masquerade. She is a relentless wraith, feeding on that which she does not possess, […]Read more "Poetry by Aanuoluwapo Adesina"
My poem that I translated from Persian to English, written on the margins of Fernando Pessoa’s“Manipulations of Sensibility” in his book, Always Astonished: Night (شب) My heart slowly beats against the night The alleys The trees Silent. My eyes can comprehend the darkness But, I’m free And in love with the night… قلبم برابر شب می تپد کوچه ها درخت ها […]Read more "Poetry by Myriam Sabbaghi"
Birds Even though oil Is said to be black gold It still spreads death Brilliantly, efficiently Over, through, and across The waves Defying the wind Defying mother birds’ Begging. We 17 people, With very little in common Set up our 3 cleaning stations Exactly as we did yesterday Hoping to save, A few. Sleepless Frederick […]Read more "Poetry by Marc Isaac Potter"
Your father almost clips the puppies starting the motor on the outboard. They’re playing in the shallow water near where we moored for the afternoon but it’s October, and it’s time to go and your father was born with little patience for the weak. Just about 11 months ago your brother overdosed and died but […]Read more "Poetry by J. Freeborn"
An Israeli pawnbroker on the Sunset Strip recalls you.Begging for three dollars to buy a slice of pizza.You made him so sad. Says he almost started crying.Remember when you were selling clumps of your hair on eBay?An extracted molar of yours reached one hundred fifty dollars.That tooth was pulled from the listings.eBay restricts the sale […]Read more "For Corey Haim by Myles Zavelo"