In lane 1 squats a racoon,Thanksgiving Day at noon,motionless, on its haunches staring at I64 pavement. Along the creek’s unfrozen soft soilthrough a blanket of brown oak leaves, green briar whips push out red buds,brush my hand, thorns blood mefour months before spring. Barn cat retracts its claws from a mole,seized from a burrow nestnear the firewood […]Read more "On Thanksgiving Day by Ron Tobey"
Love to walk by the creek and hear the birds speak their secret language. See them play in pairs like pilots in an air show. Wish to fly now. Seems like this whole lifetime is spent waiting. Will miss the fleeting moments of joy but is it ever worth the pain? Salvation is promised yet […]Read more "Peaceful Ponder by Robert Pegel"
You Got Your Spell on Me, Baby Santana, “Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen” A woman exited the B Line train near her North Hollywood bungalow just as the night sky began to look as if God were juggling with the sands of time. The train exited the station leaving a neon streak in the darkness that […]Read more "Poetry by Matthew Schultz"
In college I cut my hair boy short, you noticed and saw value in inadvisable decisions. At night we would center ourselves on a half mattress, meant for a sofa bed, on the floor. Your mother bought us a new bed. Handmade beautiful honey pine. A year later the soft wooden slats began to buckle, […]Read more "Courtship, Marriage, and the Aftermath by Megan Colgan"
Memories lie In rosary beads Rose bush seeds Between fingers In prayer Scattered, buried Both bloom From dark places Of the mind The earth Reaching toward sunlight Hunting for dawn Outstretched among the thorns The aches and alleluias Mementos of the heart Shrouded in sepia Beads bound by chains Familiar refrains Like the roots of […]Read more "Unearthed by Lisa De Castro"
I dreamt I dreamt I begged you for us to watch The Office—it was so ominous inside, so insidious inside of me. When I awoke I was so still, still thinking I was in limbo still. The frogs, they only laughed at me. Why do they? Why do they laugh as the dawn draws near? […]Read more "The Office and the Laughing Frogs by Nadia Gerassimenko"
The first bath after leaving the institution was a baptism. I surrendered it all to the water like dark offerings to a dark god. In the swirls of warm water, I unfurled my armor, scraping it away with the razor blade over my fuzzy legs, secreted it to the soapy suds that clung to my […]Read more "What I Offered Up by Lynn-Cee Faulk"
Seeking Damage I envy all the freaks the careless the risk-takers Particularly the vulnerable Those not debilitated by fear If you wear your flaws well You become interesting It’s no fun to be the wallflower the shadows are less engaging the silence is too loud I’m looking to be destroyed by those who do not […]Read more "Poetry by Hope Arjomand"
Catherine Garbinsky is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They are currently studying for their MFA in Poetry at the University of Tennessee-Knoxille. Catherine serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for Homology Lit. They are the author of two chapbooks, All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019).Read more "Poetry by Catherine Garbinsky"