Tick Tock Tick Tock by Don Matthews

I have an over-active An over-active mind I wish it would go stop itself Go stop and just unwind Tick Tock Tick Tock Unwind to where it started Adjust it’s tick and tock Back to where I want it Want my neural clock Tick Tock Tick Tock To me this isn’t normal A normal thinking…

See by Bharath Upendra

There’s a doodle of a tree on the wall parallel to my bed which is more of a phallus than a tree. Every night, I try convincing myself it’s not what I think it is. One that drew it says it’s definitely a tree, whoever lays their eyes on it says it’s an erect penis….

Devotion and Care by Jeff Flesch

sometimes we hold on too long believing in that which we see when in reality everything worth knowing lives underneath the one stream where junipers come to fruition with devotion and care we dare to sit in silence disrupting the status quo fanfare for the love built out of the actions we take and share…

Blue Notes by Joni Caggiano

hearts melting red trickling down hardwoods solitary trumpet blowing blue notes calling dolefully floating through my window, I ensue a corner that may hold a shadow laugh of you cigar smoke lingers in stale air by our old bar trumpet tears create a puddle outside the door cobblestones hold echoes of honest laughter your voice,…

A Bouquet of Blood Roses by Bogdan Dragos

even the full moon felt like a spotlight above him It made him sweat in the cold night as he wandered the streets Nothing too out of the ordinary about him. Just an average guy wearing average clothes and carrying a rather thick strand of hair in his breast pocket crimson red and long as…

Writ of Habeas – Corpus by Tony Ashenden

[A writ to a jailer to produce a prisoner in person and to state the reasons of detention] Soldier do your eyes have the lights that flashout of tanks in the face of the snubof a terrorist gun and in they shinewhen his message of soft lead eruptsfrom the lips of a shimmering barrel? Do…

Bad Blood by Bogdan Dragos

Nine PM caught them sitting on the broken bench by the river banks She removes her jacket and stretches her hands. “See?” she says, “I told you I’m bad blood.” He stares at her, mute and dumb and utterly incapable to find himself in her dark eyes “Huh?” “The mosquitoes,” she says. “They don’t want…

Wonky by Don Matthews

My eyes are seeing double Double on the screen Everything I seem to post Has a double mean Took myself to optom who Deals with wonky eyes To me, “please cover left, then right” I asked him wonky? Why? You’re old he said, get muscle droop Won’t do what brain tells to We fix you…

Almost Always by Bharath Upendra

I opened my eyes and looked to my right; I almost woke up. I make my way to the kitchen, looking for the toothbrush, I’m almost still asleep. I grope around trying to feel, trying to figure out what I was looking for, something I almost forgot. I look at the pack of biscuits in…

Coal Dust by Jeff Flesch

diamond-like resilience made from coal dust and a little bit of luck from the sun creates flowers blooming in the garden of my heart I trust the calmness of the rain pervading the vacuum of my soul preparing me I bear witness to things out of my control and to the sky always holding me…

Trash Collector by Bogdan Dragos

I don’t know what was more impressive about him the fact that he collected trash in a bag that was at least three times bigger than himself and carried that bag on his back or the fact that it was winter and he was only in shorts and wasn’t cold That one evening when he…

What is Beauty to You? by Shobana Gomes

What is beauty to you? he once asked me. We stood among the flowers, on a hill where sunrises never set. The day remained gloriously endowed by all that charmed. I stared ahead at the wonder of it all. Would a question like that require a tender heart, or would it be in passing that…

Noses Bleed White by Joni Caggiano

dahlias budding in arid Culiacan gold and silver shine in your sun   mines giving death to fledglings evil rapes the earth, stealing her bounty pacific wind blows humanity backward  as do closed eyes of stiff cartel coke bleeds noses pink and scarlet death calls naïve lovers in silk sheets as a sex slave dies from…

Shinrin-yoku by Michael L. Utley

I have bathed in forest’s em’rald essence I have nestled, secreted away, in Jade konara copse I have placed my palms Soft upon the scabrous skin of giants Whose slowly beating hearts have shattered stone Whose deeply delving fingers grip the earth In lover’s embrace Eternity is far too brief a time For such a…

The Law of Luck by Bogdan Dragos

the last bar brawl left him without a chunk of his upper lip and a nose busted beyond recognition now his whole face was swollen like he was wearing a cheap rubber mask his opponent used brass knuckles it seemed. Getting shot probably wouldn’t have hurt as much but luckily he kept his teeth Actually…

A Poet’s Right by Don Matthews

OK I might not write Top-class poetry So what? I get a kick out Of writing just for me To me I’ve always thought that Poets basically Write poetry to please themselves And not for you or me But if you/me or anyone Like what they’re writing down Simple, trite or otherwise We follow them…