Graham W Henderson

POKÉMON MOON and other poems by Graham W. Henderson

POKÉMON MOON the defiant day moon overpowered by the sun who lights it anyway the deferent day moon tries to touch its host theater of the night moon here on the beach all [...]

February 8, 2017

Six Poems by Aaron Graham

January 4, 2016

THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND The boots on the ground aren’t boots they’re packs of young men roaming streets eternal [...]
two poems by carolyn elias

June 1, 2015

Animals in Winter A pale yellow sun observes brown trout undulating inside a frozen lake, the red swollen bellies of [...]
The Emperor Has No Balls by Lindsey Thaden

March 30, 2017

After INDECLINE’s multicity American art installation featuring a naked Donald Trump August 2016 written in [...]
Coffee Stains by Christina Murphy

December 1, 2013

Carrying a Starbucks Venti with double cream down the steps, he trips, hits his head, and the coffee spills out into a small [...]
Leah’s Other Self by Daniel Thompson

February 1, 2014

The first shouts come from her little sister. “Leah, Leah, Leah.” She hears her sister but convinces herself another [...]
The Wall of Hearts Desire by Donna Lynn Marsh

February 5, 2017

I always wanted a wall. Actually, I wanted four. They hold roofs really well and who among us doesn’t want a roof over [...]
Prosperity and other poems by Anna Keeler

February 11, 2017

Second wave feminism and a Sexual revolution Too forward to Keep buried in your pants. You learn what it’s like to have To [...]
Come for the stunning career opportunities by Jenya Doudareva

April 3, 2017

Ox was running late again. To get to work, he had to cut through thick cold darkness from his cluster of lights to the next. [...]
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

December 10, 2016

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

April 1, 2015

Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
Miscreants and Family by Len Kuntz

March 19, 2016

Mom is still in bed at noon The cats traipse across the sink like tight rope walkers. My friends never come over anymore and [...]
Speed by Alice King

September 2, 2016

That summer was a hairpin curve taken at ninety, blue lights lost among trees. The humid air shivered with rebellion, and my [...]