PROMISE ME THE MOON Snakes in clouded mittens sit on mountains in the dusk. Me and Sonny Bono clean the fog before it rusts. A
NEW MOON, NEW FLAME By Nada Faris
NEW MOON, NEW FLAME Here we are again traveling to reunite our stories by candlelight. Our dead are grooming the dawn in the womb of
simon By Raymond Hammond
simon I. red rover red rover send raymond right over–always the last thing yelled from the mouths of the opposing hand-clenched line of my third-grade
Three Poems By David J. Thompson
Basho before bed, fleeting dreams of cranes in flight; moonlit plum blossoms. Stopping; short of breath, right lung years gone to cancer; walking hard uphill.
Two Poems By Amelia Díaz Ettinger
Cebu Poem: Loggerheads and Leatherbacks Once in the Caribbean brine, away from the prying eyes of my father, lost in blue with the smell of
Eighteen By Thomas Zimmerman
Eighteen Those weekend nights, I’d leave the house to drink and drive: Volkswagen Beetle, first-love girl- friend (call her Fancy: that’s one way I think
Grand Little Things 