Mayday! Mayday! by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Can anyone hear me    over I am a country in distress a state of emergency over and under protest   arbitrary arrest a rescue mission     in critical condition an act of sedition    without contrition  Can anyone help me??over a hungry nation   a demonstration without work       without food without a shout of truth is not what I was paid for is not what I was made for is not a promise I can keep without a dream … Continue reading Mayday! Mayday! by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Desert Time by John Grey

The widow sits with her backto the wall,wets her memories in vainwith the last dropsof a tequila bottle. In the rooms above,it’s too hot to sleep,too hot to stay awake.A woman in paper taffetacounts bank notesonce, twice, three times,then tosses them at her dozing pimp.A truckload of menand yet it’s his fat body she feels,even now, atop hers. A young couple shares a cigaretteon the … Continue reading Desert Time by John Grey

Cell Phone by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

My cell phone keeps me company It takes me everywhere It won’t leave home without me It’s glued to my left ear     I’m really lost without it I don’t know who I am I hope to recognize me when we Zoom or video cam  Ring just once   and then hang up so I know just who you are If I don’t ring back   right away you know you’ve gone too far   Am I in   or am … Continue reading Cell Phone by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Erased By a Mirror by John Tricarico

A mirror could tell youIf you bothered to listenWith an imaginative earIt is unresponsive to existential distressAnd may even react aggressivelyIf someone should ask: “who am I?”To an indifferent mirror Reduced to an outlineFilled with rotating question marksLike unidentified flying objectsLost in the immensity of spaceThey may question the mirrorWhy it erased themAnd if it doesn’t respondThey may decide to discard it Left on a … Continue reading Erased By a Mirror by John Tricarico

Thirst by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

I know thirstI know it wellKnow it like the red burning skyI swallowed at the age of three the days I ran on empty    the scorched cracked earth under my feet How I looked through window’s bottomless glasswaiting waiting waitingfor the miracle   of rain Thirstas in riverbanks and riverbeds  the beds of all my lovers that ran dry as inthe longing for that cool elixir to soothe the aching wound of a … Continue reading Thirst by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

The Shock of Recognition by Frank Freeman

when I was watchingan interview with a veteranwho had had to observeatomic bomb explosionshim sitting therewith this baseball mitton his right handwith cuts back and forthfrom him to scenes ofsoldiers in the desertthe flash of lightthe mushroom cloudsblack and white filmslike we had in high schoolthe terrible beautyborn here in the goodold US of A andhow he did his dutydid what they toldhim to do … Continue reading The Shock of Recognition by Frank Freeman