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  • Transfiguration by Missy Grieco

    Transfiguration by Missy Grieco

    I found a notebook filled with fragments.fleshless bones,skeleton poems,stillborn fiction.I reread them,bleedings from a badly sutured year,throatless memoirmy own ragechoked by my own pen.my own thoughts shrouded, unallowed.no more.I tore each page from the spine and burned my words alive. Missy is a Cleveland poet, madly in love with words.

  • Does Your Soul Live With You? by Aleksandra VujisiΔ‡

    Does Your Soul Live With You? by Aleksandra Vujisić

    Does your soul live with you? It is dark. The night is losingits battle against the eternity,although it’s never giving in.I was trying to switch offthe moonlight, and take offtoday’s colourful skin. Because beneath there isa memory of never endingnight that started with a fool moon.Because beneath there aretricky memories…

  • The Open Field by Robert Allen

    The Open Field by Robert Allen

    My eyes are lilies.My skin turned toflower flesh forcingsecrets straightto my bright heart.So I become a rose,flower head with no potbut field fresh and readyfor my growth. Robert Allen lives and loves with his family in northern California. In his spare time he writes poems, takes long walks, and looks…

  • Loitering by Sherry Shahan

    Loitering by Sherry Shahan

    I am four-years-old. Sitting on the edge of the porcelain tub while my mother paints on her cat-eyes.  It is not enough to watch her in the reflection of the tri-fold mirror. I want her to face me, to feel her arms around me, to squeeze me until bedtime. Instead,…

  • From a Past Rooted in Pain by Christine Mooney

    From a Past Rooted in Pain by Christine Mooney

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fearInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearA constant vision of my greatest joyThe lone stealer of love, this mama’s boy You may shoot me with your wordsYou may cut me with your eyesIn a dawn clear of anguish, full of songbirdsThis beaten down once upon…

  • At the Beach When I Was Young by Lois Perch Villemaire

    At the Beach When I Was Young by Lois Perch Villemaire

    I’m longing to kick up my legs and perform a series of perfect cartwheels in the sand, all the way to shoreline, where tiny ripples appear passive and harmless, then march into the salty ocean until it’s too deep and I have to swim breaststroke beyond white sudsy foam icing, over the crests of…

  • Let It Go by Barbara Hurwitz

    Let It Go by Barbara Hurwitz

    The Rabbi Spokeon Yom Kippur ofthe importance of Forgiveness.He acknowledged thepain of rejection, ofinsult,rebuke,abuse,and the daily burden ofcarrying unwanted memories.  Let them gohe implored us.Let them go and beFree.Free of the spirits occupying too much space in your mind,leaving little room for Peace,Love andJoy that surrounds us.Letting go does not requireforgiveness.He said,Letting go offers…

  • The Empty Schoolyard by Abby Coutinho

    The Empty Schoolyard by Abby Coutinho

    She wears a fur coat when the thermostat reads ninety, yet she can’t seem to stop herself from running through the dandelion littered grass. She runs through the field with the carefree indifference of the children who trotted here months prior, causing the white globes of seedlings to explode and…

  • Ortolan in Winter by Mercedes Payton

    Ortolan in Winter by Mercedes Payton

    “Ortolan in Winter” is a vivid poem that sing like a bird. The poet, Mercedes Payton, is a graduate of Kansas State University and librarian.