miriam calleja

When the sun is close and other poems by Miriam Calleja

What do you do if you’re that close to the edge, And you don’t know how you got there? How do you feel when, Just by chance, You’ve inched away from the never-ending [...]

August 14, 2017

Leaving Deneb by Jenya Doudareva

Two deer along the trail yesterday. First, they hesitated as I passed them – muscles tensed and ears on alert, but [...]
Patty Ahoy by Cezarija Abartis

Patty walked in stiffly and dropped her bookbag by the coffee table. Her eyes were red from crying. I put aside my [...]
Reconnecting with Mira by Prachi Jain

From: janya@yahoo.com To: miracares@yahoo.com Subject: I Am Sorry Mira, I have been thinking about you for a long time [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
Grateful Mother by Kayla Pongrac

When I was a child I owned a teddy bear that I leashed and dragged into supermarkets and banks and shopping malls. His eyes [...]
The Cooks Alphabet by Ken Poyner

I am having my way with the waitress. Her dress is bunched up about her waist and her panties are dangling at one ankle, [...]
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 [...]
No One Sees Until They’re Dead by Mary Julia Klimenko

Take me back to Italy where you threw my suitcase out of the third story window at midnight, and I screamed, “Fuck you.” [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back [...]
John and the Rainbow Whatever by Christopher DiCicco

John understood the rainbow, which is why he kept his hands on the red. He waited until it hurt, until he felt the colors [...]
Times Square 1960 by Mark Pritchard

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