October 6, 2018
Jack B. Bedell
"Bent Teeth" photo by Stephen Briseño
The Pale Man’s Eyes Never Leave the Horizon
by Jack B. Bedell
When a wave rolls up out of nowhere,
do not look down. It is my body
shifting under the surface.
I will be there in the shallows
to hear the people of the...
"Confluence 3" by Stephen Briseño
I Imagine My Rejected Poems as Ghosts
by Stephen Briseño
When rejection drops
by for his routine visit,
the ghosts rattle
my coffee cups that hang
in the kitchen, hide
all my good pens between
the couch cushions, fashion
a makeshift tin...
"Fallen Petals" by Stephen Briseño
To the Discarded Corn Husks Lying on the Kitchen Table After Christmas Dinner
by Stephen Briseño
You are el jefe
of items important
the snapped bones
of chopsticks left
in the phở bowl,
the butcher paper,
muted blood red,
"Poseidon" by Matthew Yates
our god sleeps
by Paul Brookes
with his gob open.
When he opens his gob
It could be dawn, noon or midday.
whenever we must awake
to work in the mountains.
The mountains of god's tongue.
They shake and gust blows.
We must find
"Sunset Reflection" by Sulyn Godsey
The Sun is Yours
a girl you once loved tells you to fetch her the sun, but only when it’s at its ripest / now you sit in darkness with the great orb in your hands / outside the earth is filled / with the ear-splitting shrieks of...
by Wanda Deglane
the passenger seat is noticeably empty
as we drive west on the I-10 in search
of water. my tia jabbers on about
how cheap it is to live here, but the rest
of us sit in sweltering silence. we know
by now that no one wants to live in hell.
"Welcoming Tide" by Sulyn Godsey
by Rona Fitzgerald
is a seeker
by Kate Garrett
Close July / more a creature than a month
chased me indoors / under water / secure
against the blast of county fair tractor pulls
cherry bombs / sunburn on lakeshore sand
I’d float up to my neck in the murk
bluegills stalking ankles / the s...
by Kristin Garth
A kitten written wanton, bad but smiles
so meek in skirts of plaid. Charcoal, crimson
intersects a schoolgirl demeanor, wiles
with kinky sex. Blue black outlined yellow sun,
shy smiles inside the darkness done. In cream
"Nature's Lace" by Sulyn Godsey
A sterling steeple, Cimmerian sky,
transfixing temple twinkle nigh. In
charcoal your crucifix eclipse belies
anhedonia of atheists. Found
devotion, beams below — recumbent peeks
a thousand flickers...