jean c howard

Garden Before The Move by Jean C. Howard

Like an old movie, sepia tone soaking through light falling frame by frame, slow death rattling across the pavers, Or even flashing birth—forecasting shadow as well as [...]

March 19, 2016

Sounds of Home by John Talbird

June 20, 2017

He’ll never go back. John’s twenty-four and independent and has no desire to speak to his parents ever again. There’s [...]
Austerity Measures and other poems by Addison Bale

June 26, 2017

without for an abscess conversations after ellipses a side-long glance flouting its prolonged piss burn a bashing spring [...]
John and the Rainbow Whatever by Christopher DiCicco

January 4, 2016

John understood the rainbow, which is why he kept his hands on the red. He waited until it hurt, until he felt the colors [...]
this fish has no circadian rhythm (and it’s better off for it) by Chloe DeFilippis

March 11, 2017

the cicada in you sits on a rusted clothesline in the backyard a bird chased you into the sky once i had scarlet fever once [...]
Times Square 1960 by Mark Pritchard

February 1, 2014

I haven’t been to a joint like this in years, but this is where Feldman is appearing. The faded lobby is strangely [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

February 1, 2015

Tightly Packed Sardines Forget the niceties And note the following: While you are tightly packed Like sardines in a can, [...]
Two Poems by Helen Picard

February 1, 2015

Rusty Rood From the second floor window, the red roof of the house next door reflected A strange, rusty glow at twilight. In [...]
Knock Wood by Shae Krispinsky

December 1, 2014

I met Valerie when I was working on her parent’s house. It was me and Jack and the other guys on our team swinging [...]
Three poems by Eileen Hennessy

January 4, 2016

ABOUT MAKING MY HOME About making my home smaller and clearer: I am past caring for your expectations. I’m rediscovering [...]
#100 and other poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl

February 25, 2017

I have a certain fantasy: the earth that holds me swallows me deliberately. No one digs me a grave. What a luxury to slip [...]
SALT AND LIGHT ~ A COVENANT by Lisa Harris

December 28, 2016

I. Evil, like most things, takes time to grow— small steps taken and subtle masks worn, nudges and whispers, a wink and a [...]
Charting Greatness by Laura Iodice

March 14, 2017

Like many baby boomers, I learned how to diagram sentences in grade school. As a kid who loved reading and writing, I [...]