marc belair

FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right foot on one and two and your left foot on [...]

October 23, 2017

Example 52 by JD DeHart

That lack of response to my chance Good Morning, the stare when I wave hello, yet another example of why I dislike most [...]
The Huldufolk by Liz Kay

You had spent most of your years gazing at the moon like a thick haired child on a Christmas advert but the orange plane to [...]
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 [...]
Monogamy and other poems by Nooks Krannie

is it ok to not like life but still like you? somewhat i’m proud of my breasts and my nipples are warriors like mountain [...]
A Victory by Raphael Maurice

The ocean was black near the shore and farther out a storm was massing in the sky. He sat, looking out over the water, [...]
Queen City by Richard Luftig

If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later. – Attributed to Mark [...]
Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church

A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his [...]
Interview with Shae Krispinsky

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and [...]
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 [...]
Make Believe by Tom Pescatore

Did this happen yester- day or were you standing outside my window under the cool rain of primitive stars of all those years [...]
Untitled #3 by Mike Lafontaine

My father appeared to me in a dream last night. I was walking down the street in my old neighbourhood. I was looking at my [...]
Cardboard City by Paul Tristram

The Winter winds blow cold and hard under the desolate railway bridge but at least he won’t be waking up to a policeman [...]