Category: Spring 2015 Poetry
Latina
by Michael Estabrook On the beach he surreptitiously snaps sultry photos of a long-haired Latina stretched out on a blanket sipping a cool
Who the hell greenlighted it?
by Gerald Locklin Kim Jung Un III, Ruler of North Korea, Might have shown a little leniency To the cyber-circuits of SONY If he hadn’t found The
Nothing Special Anymore
by Gerald Locklin Toad had always assumed He would one day make A return trip to Cuba, Where he’d enjoyed A Hemingway Symposium In the summer of
How It Began
by Donna J. Long His proposal was unexpected. I leapt delighted — yes — into his arms, eager for pleasure legal & tender. Shopping for a
The Body as Glass House
by Donna J. Long A window by day hides what’s inside, like a mirror reveals only an exterior. Architecture teaches me to be able to look within
The Departure
by Donna J. Long The Departure Tulum, Mexico The market square is shuttered, empty but for the dogs standing around, barely glancing at us as we
Adam and the Serpent
by Donna J. Long So you were born short, stout, wingless, someone for whom fight or flight was canceled by a genetic cog whose wheel was yet to
the day you were born, no one died,
by normal the telephone book of history opened & closed & SLAMMED SLAMMED SLAMMED you were one up in a world of diminishing returns &
the thing is, you see
by normal god has big eyes & he puts them in the mouths of little children & you can do what you will with a child, but one way or
quoting silence
by normal “where there are humans you’ll find flies, and buddhas” — issa i was fresh from the street i