A Globe by Dale Cottingham

My story seemed as fulsome as real time could make it.I saw storm fronts arrive bringing wind shifts on the flats.I heard rustling in dark corners that I tried to enlighten, enliven.There were conversations that I couldn’t forget, and nowthey’ve grown gargantuan, I listened, I heard.And the voice of Miley Cyrus wafted through the hall: was it a moan?Why did her loss of love matter … Continue reading A Globe by Dale Cottingham

Pregnant and Screaming by Dale Champlin

My lover is walled into silence. I used to sit by the trash cans in my back alley smoking a joint while no one was looking. I called it desperation. My silence was all-consuming—too early pregnant—looking at gravel in the potholes back there and the neighbor’s dog wiggling and whining for a cuddle. Can you imagine? I wanted to swallow the back gate, the garage, … Continue reading Pregnant and Screaming by Dale Champlin

Sometimes by Rich McFarlin

Sometimes. Sometimes at night,When dreams won’t come,And sleep feels far away,And visions of the past mistakes,Lay at my feet and keep me up,Playing games that only sleep can play.Think about the things I’ve done,And things I might wish back,But wishes cannot change the past,Power to affect the past,the wishes always seem to lack. Lakes are holes of consequences,Filled with tears shed in regret,While rivers run … Continue reading Sometimes by Rich McFarlin

At Starbucks Working, Passed Out on a Pile of Garbage After a Night of Excessive Drinking by Issac Cordova

A dream awake stale airSliding in and out of consciousnessBetween dream and awakeDizzy nauseous feelingsOf regret and satisfactionThe night is a blank slateBetween self and midnightDrinking too much before workPlight of being humanOf sunken eyes black dotsNot quite passed outNot quite awakeGarbage pile mattress Continue reading At Starbucks Working, Passed Out on a Pile of Garbage After a Night of Excessive Drinking by Issac Cordova

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Issac Cordova

Bugs inside my head,In a near exploding moodMy body was a road withBugs driving all over my skinYou try many of times, the gum,The type of twelve-step addict stuffThe turkey is frozenColder than ice thenAnd I’m going coldAll the bugs come backBugs crawling through everySweat gland in my bodyThen you yell randomlyAt people on your side.My pops had a glass vialWith a cigarette and a … Continue reading Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Issac Cordova

I Want to Grab You by Your Short and Curlies by Dale Champlin

-after “I want to sleep with you elbow to elbow” by Joyce Mansour (translated by Emilie Moorhouse) I want to lie naked with my headtucked in the curve of your neckour hair braided like a riveryour hand on my assand my toes in the crook of your knee.I want to recline with your sexclutched between my thighssweating like a tall beerblissed-out as wild strawberries.I want … Continue reading I Want to Grab You by Your Short and Curlies by Dale Champlin

Wing Shadows I Long to Paint by Angie Minkin

Ten minutes out to sea, the only knots on ropes,clove hitches and sheet bends, fishing knots, utilityboat knots, not knots of loss that melt as I stareat the bay, eyes searching for harbor seals, fixed on outcropscovered with cormorants and squabbling gulls, bird eyesfollowing pelicans swooping in squadrons; the sundazzling, broken only by wing shadows I long to paint,though I can’t paint, but I want … Continue reading Wing Shadows I Long to Paint by Angie Minkin

Eyes Flash and Blood by DS Maolalai

explaining to my bossafter two weeks at emailsthat I think I’m not suitedto the job—not if I’m honestwith him and myself. rising like an eaglein front of his desk.like a falcon. a flap-upof pigeons. sky burning. words cannon-blasts. I’ve costus both money. been latevery often. hungover. uninterestedin canteen-room gossip. no—I agree—I am notwhat they’re looking for. go to hell, the flags signal,go bloody to hell.eyes … Continue reading Eyes Flash and Blood by DS Maolalai

Chocolates, Macaroons and The Little Sparrow by Amy Abdullah Barry

Hottening endless summer at a pavement café          your hand trembles          as you sip coffee,           “What do you think of me?” You melt back into your world,          I float in a dream          like a phantom whisper. Paris scent lingers.          Chocolates, macaroons and Piaf’s crooning—          perfect rendezvous,          a mysterious bond between us, and           there’s nothing we can do. Continue reading Chocolates, Macaroons and The Little Sparrow by Amy Abdullah Barry

Empty Parking Lot, Hollywood, CA by Mike Catherwood

“LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!there is no snow in Hollywood”-Frank O’Hara “Agnes Moorehead is God”spray painted on a parking lot wall; it’s a matter of faith, Joe says,while unrestcontinues, bodies stacked in reefer trucks,funeral directors flown into FLAand LA breaks caserecords where parents keep kids home from school,plates of spaghetti get cold, new cars are silent in garages,scam phone calls startle the elderly,numbers never stoprising;           where’s Endora            where the hell are we? Continue reading Empty Parking Lot, Hollywood, CA by Mike Catherwood