When We Were Neanderthals by Raymond Luczak
When we were Neanderthals,we all fucked, clingingto each other in the coldsnap of night, not caringto know anything morethan the necessitiesof food, shelter, safety.We didn’t comprehendthe universe then:why did the skies changethe bed sheets of night and day?Why did the moon appear?Why snow? Why heat?It would take us generationsto figure…
He, Unknown by Ana M. Fores Tamayo
Though he dwelled in lonelinessHe was anchored in eternity. A stranger among men he bore the Nether regions of the sun. He was deep in waking dreams,overwhelmed by inner voices. And so he died. ____________________________________________________________ Ana M. Fores Tamayo advocates for marginalized refugee families from Mexico and Central America. Working with asylum seekers is…
There’s a Light by Mark Martyre
There’s a light in my window that I never really noticed before.It comes through the curtains at night.A warm combination of the streetlamp, and the moon. There’s a light that I never really paid much attention tountil she came over one time, and was enraptured by itand it’s haunting beauty. And we’d…
Everett by Kwami Nyamidie
For Everett Amundsen Many versions of Windows have come and gonesince I first met you. You came, through the library’s glass door.You tore your little fingers from your mother’s gripand scampered to the front desk. You were so shortI could barely see you. Do you remember? “What’s your name?” you ask.I didn’t want to shock…
countdown by RC deWinter
time is a heavy necklacestrung with the impatience of longingunmitigated by the lessening of days the closer my heart’s desire the morefrustration builds impatience is a harsh mistressan implacable harridan with a twisted smilemocking accomplishmentmocking sleepcaressing my chest with fingernailssharpened to vees even as the clock unstrings the stonesthe weight…
Forgotten by James G. Piatt
So much forgotten,more than a momentin a field of darkness, more than the shape of a timeless thought. Since memories cannot Spring from that, which isforgotten only theshadows of unreality remain for we of fading hours. Our hours, waiting to locateeternity, weighed down with the weariness of living, areresting on the edge of a razor.…
Keepstake by Joan McNerney
There are too manyclocks and not enoughtime. I will takeand keep this minutefor myself. This minuteof mercurythis swift nightas sleepless starsglide throughthe sky inaerial ballet. ____________________________________________________________ Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline,…
Time Whitewashed in Snow by Yuan Changming
Hesitantly, the snowflakes keep Swinging around until their final fall To the ground, in thickening stillness As the present becomes gradually Assimilated to the past (or future?) All in a wild white world of fairy tales ____________________________________________________________ Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. Currently, Yuan lives in Vancouver, where he edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan; credits…
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