How to Bind a Lover, or the Lingering Aubade of Lear Aldrich by Kayla King
The universe seems small. Lear grasps it between fingers, plucking the strand of hair from Lina’s head. She sleeps on, not knowing the guilt Lear carries in knots between his shoulder blades. Taking the first piece of hair had been an accident. And he promises, “This will be the last.” Lear…
Time After Time by P.C. Keeler
A man in one of those hideously ugly ‘retro’ shiny jumpsuit outfits was ahead of me in line. “There’s just no more time,” he said, as though the clerk at the desk was going to magically be able to produce an extra century from his back pocket. “I’m sorry, sir,…
The Myth of Ophephone and Atlantis by Amanda N. Butler
O, sweet Ophephone,how I go againstthe wishes of your mother,fruitful Demeter,in remembering your name,in recording your name,the name removed from scrolls –in this, I salvage your legacy. O, loving Ophephone,who fell in lovewith a mortal fisherman,a man doomed to fallin the nets of Poseidon. O, weeping Ophephone,too anchored with griefto…
Refugee Children by Mori Glaser
A small refugee child hides inside her head holds on to the horror she brought in the small leather suitcase that was placed in her hand when she last saw home. Years stop by – smile at puppy fat – no wrinkles in her mirror. She orchestrates a motley choir sharp eyes claim friends…
Goddess of Time by Robin Louise Smith
She made 20 seconds out of 2 ´Like to make 20 seconds out of the 2 I have with you 2 minutes into 2 hours 2 hours into 2 days 2 days into 2 years 2 years into 2 lifetimes Out of the time I have with you ____________________________________________________________ Poetwritereducatordesignerartist:…
Body clock by Pepita Beck
Body clock fuck up, Going dark, waking up,Reverse body coerce Dreamstate boy With neon toyBody clock inverseDiatrunal curseMelatolin bears no grinMy cushion, thrown into the bin Body clock sped up Now I’m awake, I really woke up And watch the hands of time spinCounter-directlySplit seconds into a few too many Outside it’s twilight It’s neither day, nor night Body…
My Daughters Question the Story of The Fisher King by Devon Miller-Duggan
But did the healed King then die in peace? Was the land a woman upon whom he forced himself, going unbidden into the forest?Having found the comfort of the water, why return to land? Why did the Grail not heal land and King by being there?And if the King made himself a…
Who Is Left by K. Noel Moore
The time jumper returned to December, 2013, with a muffled thump of boots on carpet. Her “jump room” was a modified walk-in closet with delusions of grandeur. It was perfectly square, just wide enough to turn around in, and all white inside (white carpet, white walls, white light); mirrors hung on each…
Negative Entropy by Robert Perron
Professor Gladstone’s age? Cindy had guessed fifties with his steel hair and bushy eyebrows, but at close range, surveying a face of furrows, upped the estimate to mid-sixties. He sat behind a beige metal desk with faux oak top and beckoned with his left hand. Cindy, briefcase clasped to her…
A Nighttime Meditation by Dah
I open my handsand the sun curls up in my palmsonly to fall asleep In a black gownnighttime walks barefootover the dew-chilled grassa frosty breeze stirs the trees ____________________________________________________________ Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press) and his poems have been published by editors from the US,…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
