By Mike Neville A Man Without A Home Put out into the world to find my own way… Knowing in my life there were dues I had to pay… I can’t go home and I cannot stay here… Feelings come back to me and bring on a tear… Take me back to that place I […]

A Without a Home and Other Poems

By Marzia Rahman When the air smelt like an empty cookie jar and the lampposts shed yellow lights on the streets, she came out of her hut. Wearing a glossy sari with slim zari borders and red high heels, she walked past a dog, lying under a lamppost. The dog raised its head, howling.  A […]

The Only Happy Song She Remembered

By Nan Corbitt Allen Ode To Stewed Rutabagas – From The Depths Of A 3-Grader’s Heart Oh orange root Thou foulest stench Pungently permeate morning walls of this primary school. How shall I think? How shall I learn? When I know I must face the teacher’s three-bite rule? Oh, lunchtime bell Delay…delay Or child-sized desk […]

Ode To Stewed Rutabagas – From The Depths Of A 3-Grader’s Heart and Other Poems

By Aishwariya Laxmi Writer’s Block When she first sat down to write She bled a drop or two of pain onto the page Now those drops have become a cyclonic flood And nothing can stop her From bleeding red rubies that shine Upon a barren earth The Writer as a Mystic Do you see yourself […]

Writer’s Block and Other Poems

By Aishwariya Laxmi Writer’s Block When she first sat down to write She bled a drop or two of pain onto the page Now those drops have become a cyclonic flood And nothing can stop her From bleeding red rubies that shine Upon a barren earth The Writer as a Mystic Do you see yourself […]

Writer’s Block and Other Poems

By Richard LeDue I November snow feeling colder than fresh hell, and the same tracks walked in so much that they don’t even look human anymore, while the weather forecast is prerecorded and replayed on the hour for those who still own radios. II New Year’s Day hangovers far enough away that a lone leftover […]

Thoughts About Another Winter Bundled Up in Poetry

By Stephen Kingsnorth Pupils I’ve noticed, despite forty years, how scene in seen by different eyes; whatever episode we share, attention’s paid from other lists. I note the old, sway hardboard walls, the makeshift stairs, strained bannisters, while she absorbed, how cast decked out – the clothes as worn, not battered props. I listen hard […]

Pupils and Other Poems

By Pete Mladinic Audacity Courage to say after this, nothing, blank, maybe. Imaginable also unimaginable—on, on, on with no me. I sparrow-chirp dewy buds, light on walls, the head of foam on the tall draft are once only. Then, nada of lime and worms. Down there, no party. That’s for diggers, for openers of the […]

Audacity and Love Will Come

By Pete Mladinic Audacity Courage to say after this, nothing, blank, maybe. Imaginable also unimaginable—on, on, on with no me. I sparrow-chirp dewy buds, light on walls, the head of foam on the tall draft are once only. Then, nada of lime and worms. Down there, no party. That’s for diggers, for openers of the […]

Audacity and Love Will Come

By E Kerr ICD-10 F43.1 chronic. you see through me like an X-ray machine— too much ionizing radiation can make a person sick. Nuclear Motherland my mother will always be a mother, even if she’s not my mother by choice; I am native to her science, formed in matrical manners, meant to be, and my […]

ICD-10 F43.1 and Other Poems