I watch the Spanish moss On Port Republic Street. Carolina curtains, hiding me in robes. Gray ghosts, chained corpses, fleeting flora Dancing, swaying, feeling. Opacity… Read More »Stories of the South – Hollen Spain
When Strife has worked me through, Her hands full of profit coat my wounds with wages, The day by then is nearly done; Not even… Read More »Polaris – Leland Calistri
I will lose you in my sleep. Chasing fragrant fever dreams, I find you folded anew in the sheets when I wake. I run the… Read More »I Think that Angels Master Flight by Chasing the Sky – Zoe Kemp
I’m too scared to look down. I feel; the petals hit the side of my mahogany casket The earth invading the curves of my body… Read More »Messiah is Human – Ethan Wong
In every house there is an orchestra The laundry’s song flute-like ringing when it is done Clapping of plates upon exit from the dishwasher Violins… Read More »Self-Portrait as a Record Player – Cat Jamison
No one ever asks for Matei.No one ever asks for riveting poveştiFrom three generations pastBy un scriitor with whom I share bloodOr poezii about some… Read More »East and West Meet to Make Me – Matthew Bucaloiu