Visupada by Srivalli Rekha
The magic of the Visupada* (autumnal equinox) was in the air. Trees danced in the breeze, birds chirped from their nests, stars sparkled in the inky sky. Dressed in dark robes, a woman rushed through the woods to the tree that carried her child. It was a strange land where humans mated…
21: Eris Bears A Daughter, Names Her Uncertainty by Madeleine Corley
Yes, I was caught born, stumbling, wasn’t meantto gain the weight of my own feat, own toeswere pigeoned, tumbling off the edge in throwstoward what? to whom? & where again? The spentchange clattered rust onto the floor, sky bent like matches washed of phosphorus. If snow’smight compass passed me hint of…
I Break the Witch’s Hourglass by December Lace
The novelty of wearing sparkly stilettos To spite an absinthe-faced witch has worn offMy shins are suffering spasms from supporting muscles walking miles of yellow brick While I wait for the witch’s envy colored faceTo storm up cement steps and claim my soul for some shoes,She clouds outside in a storm…
If you could see my memories by Juliette Sebock
If you could see my memoriesYou’d see a toddler pointing at a cloudThat doubles as a bird in flight;A soldier falling, Flying from a whirlpool off the bridge; Cars crashing, Crashing,Smashing;Cloud of smokeClearing like a deer on the run; Polka dots and tightPeach pants;A cherry cough dropResting on a pillow top; Blue-tinged mushroomsOn…
The Editor Has Come UnMoored In Time by Neil Willcox
The editor has come unmoored in time.She has read this poem sometime before;Events do not follow their proper line.Behind her she hears the slam of a door. She has read this poem sometime before,The end is a disconcerting half-rhyme,Behind her she hears the slam of a door,A delivery for which…
Tale Everlasting by Fanni Sütő
They called her Titania and rumoured she was unsinkable. She was created in the image of our beloved Queen who was admired by all, even God. That’s why he decided to make her immortal. HMS Titania, the largest cruise ship in the world, was supposed to sail the waves until…
Monster at the Cliff Edge (Love Song for the Kraken) by Alicia Fitton
I wait on the cliff edge, a willing sacrifice; a high priestess, pure but not innocent, my conscience shattered in the howling winds. My blood thrums with the roar of the ocean, the future awaits me in a mouthful of blood and I am hungry for the teeth; desperate for…
Tick Tock Time By Karren Larsen
Climbing the stairs within a minute, Jacinta wonders if it really was a minute, exactly what is a minute, sixty seconds of space. What is a second, the clicking of a finger or some unforeseen force, seconds turn into minutes which turn into hours as they become days, the continuum…
Enigma by Grove Koger
Having arrived at lastyou will never have left, will you? And those spiresdancing in the afternoon heatare the spires ofthe palace of dreams, aren’t they? And the deserted quay,and the empty sky,and the boats drawn upin the sand, the gale foreverthreatening, forever receding— they all, all appearon the stamp on…
The Lady in the Mirror by Scott Elder
The lady in the mirror strokes back her hair. A dark sea swells between her fingers. She settles like snowflakes into stillness. Stillness aches before the dawn. The dissonant chink of an iron bell in the antique clock in the kitchen cleaves her thoughts in the falling, hammers iron to…
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