joseph s pete

Distant Homeland by Joseph S. Pete

The inchoate Macedonian teen, Little more than a tender sprout, Untested and provincial, Set sail alone across the Atlantic Into a great unknown So he wouldn’t be [...]

January 31, 2017

Psalm by Mark Tretin

PSALM The stammer of the crow is me. The stilted stream is me. The stinkweed fouling the roots of the sycamore is me. So [...]
Four Poems by Justin Hyde

after your best friend’s wedding we stood naked in front of the hotel mirror arms behind each other’s backs marveling at [...]
Two Poems by Cara Lorello

VIEW FROM A ROOM, OCEANSIDE Through a single window with vertical paneled curtains drawn back, I watched clouds cast off in [...]
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 [...]
Off Season & Real Image, Lens, Virtual Image by Jenya Doudareva

Off Season Sticky heat, sounds of electrical lines, traffic, commotion – all gone. The blue of the sky is crispier, [...]
Voices in the Belfry by Keith Moul

I met for years with contrary shades of my own being, pressed heatedly my claims; duly performed suitable penalties; hauled [...]
What Light Makes a Star? by Joanna C. Valente & Stephanie Valente

who i decide to take as a lover might be one of life’s great mysteries – listen lover, when you ask me if there are [...]
Life Hack by Jessica Bonder

Denial, it ain’t just a river. This is what passes for psychoanalytical comedy, cross-stitched on a decorative accent [...]
Prodigal by Michele Madigan Somerville

When the clock strikes, the masks are delivered. I pause in a doorway, a shade, a champagne glass in my hand. Station stop: [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think [...]
Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

Oh, for fuck’s sake when I die, don’t tell them I was full of life say instead, that I was air and that I swept [...]
Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am [...]