"The She-Lynx"
You descend the hill. Your fur is pale yellow; black spots embroider you. Lynx—go— seize that sparrow with your bite, then scent out your...
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Winter/Spring Vol 19.1
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I.S.Welsh
Jun 30, 20182 min read
Two Poems, I.S. Welsh
CLIFTON, OREGON What is it, Clifton? Why’d I come back to be Near you, Near the ruins of what was– The fish heads The sea lions The...
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Irene Fick
Jun 30, 20182 min read
"Unfinished Things"
UNFINISHED THINGS Between 1963 and 1966 The air - swollen with the promise of sex. We made out in a phone booth as he called home for a...
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Gary Beck
Jun 30, 20181 min read
"Hard Times"
HARD TIMES The worried murmurs of small farmers fearful that loss of land will leave them rusting in their silos, does not pierce the...
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Broadkill Review
Jun 30, 20181 min read
Two poems from Martin Galvin's A Way to Home, from Poet's Choice Publishing
Find out about Martin Galvin's new collection here. Vacuum Cleaners Once I tried to sell them used, talked myself door to door, offering...
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D.R. James
Jun 30, 20181 min read
"a::::maze::::d"
a::::maze::::d —after an untitled painting by Merle Rosen ::dive in anywhere::::go ‘round and ‘round on pearl or coral::::cross on...
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Amy Baskin
Jun 30, 20182 min read
Two Poems, Amy Baskin
three encounters with cosmos your wine-stained lips whisper against our hips as we wade deeply through you and quiet wind past the...
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L. Ward Abel
May 1, 20182 min read
L. Ward Abel, three poems
Tranquility Base It was July 1969 down on Lake Sinclair. Outside was a night as loud as Mombasa. Inside the astronauts came down a blurry...
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Ken L Jones
May 1, 20182 min read
Ken L Jones, three poems
Untamed Horses Give Me Special Powers Back when I was a stow away in the boxcar that could return you to flesh I enjoyed many an O. Henry...
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Greg Moglia
May 1, 20181 min read
Greg Moglia, one poem
A STRANGER’S TOUCH At the Met I’m on guard over grandkids In close study of a mummy When fingers begin To entwine my hand I look up to...
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Clyde Kessler
May 1, 20181 min read
Clyde Kessler, two poems
THREE PONIES AT SUNRISE I’ll snitch sunrise from three ponies. Their hill and their fescue have disappeared. Crows are waiting at the...
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Gale Acuff
May 1, 20183 min read
Gale Acuff, two poems
Dirty Joke I love God a Hell of a lot more than I love Satan or myself or any -body else or anything I swear to Miss Hooker after Sunday...
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Charles Rammelkamp
May 1, 20181 min read
Charles Rammelkamp, one poem
Tet Memories We drove up from Da Nang to celebrate Tet that year with ông nội, my grandfather a regional official living in a...
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Thomas Dorsett
May 1, 20182 min read
Thomas Dorsett, two poems
What Did That Self-Help Guru Say? “Simply subtract your age from 65 and that’s how many good years you have left.” That makes mine fewer...
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Sandra Kohler
May 1, 20183 min read
Sandra Kohler, four poems
Snapshot: Late Winter In my garden, lichen patches the color of palest jade stud a brown-gray tree trunk, each cluster a flower form...
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Loralee Clark
May 1, 20181 min read
Loralee Clark, one poem
Babes My daughter said “If you write about this and read it to me, I’ll hate you forever,” because who wants to be reminded of a...
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Martin Willitts
May 1, 20183 min read
Martin Willitts Jr, four poems
Son, My Chronology Ends with You Believe this island, wide as your arms. This launching forward, it is yours. You only need to dive in,...
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Robert Joe Stout
May 1, 20181 min read
Robert Joe Stout, three poems
Single Parent Kitchen rich with the smells of coffee and honeydew melon, hot steam iron and last night's rain, I lean against the...
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Betsey Cullen
Feb 27, 20181 min read
Betsey Cullen, one poem
Elegy for Erik In a squall, I'd want you at the helm, your eye on map and compass. I’d want you filleting the trout, you as my...
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Lyn Lifshin
Feb 27, 20181 min read
Lyn Lifshin, three poems
ALMA, HER EYES SHINY COAL ebony, her hair glistening against a pink bunting. She is grinning, looks ready for adventure. Some where else,...
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