Ronnie Sirmans

The Problem With White Sheets And even, even if we didopt for plain white sheets and a white bedspread, theywould not be snow, clouds,or even meringue dividing usin the clumping of what getsshifted in nightly slumber.Even after all these years, after we’ve staked our sides,always the same, on this bed,countermands of no use now, we […]

Michael Lee Johnson

Just Because, Bad Heart Just because I am olddo not tumble me dry.Toss me away with those unusedWheat pennies, Buffalo nickels, and Mercury dimesin those pickle jars in the basement.Do not bleach my dark memoriesSalvation Army my clothesto the poor because I died.Do not retire me leave me a factory pensionin dust to history alone.Save […]

Eric Lochridge

Bio Eric Lochridge is the author of three chapbooks: Born-Again Death Wish, Real Boy Blues, and Father’s Curse. His poems have appeared in Slipstream, DIAGRAM, Mojave Heart Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, and many others, as well as anthologies such as WA 129 and Beloved on the Earth. He lives in Bellingham, Washington. Find him on Twitter @ericedits.

Gerard Sarnat

Hunt Miles away – disguisedBuddha radiates light, almostlevitates – I wake. Bio Gerard Sarnat is a physician who’s built and staffed homeless clinics as well as a Stanford professor and healthcare CEO. He won the Poetry in the Arts First Place Award plus the Dorfman Prize, and has been nominated for Pushcarts plus Best of the Net Awards. Gerry […]

Michael H. Brownstein

The Day I Left Chicago That evening a snapping turtle with attitude joined us on the porchand, as shadows placed daylight on the back of the shelf, two toadshopped against the edge of light near the wall. That was the day I left Chicago,the day of my wife’s birthday,the day I drove a moving truck […]

Jacob Spivey

Left Behind The rumbling roaring of oil and rubber:high-viz jackets, building houses for students.The stinging of smoke in the choke of the town:the staff outside Greggs on their cigarette break. Gone are the days of industrial glory;the factories standing as the loneliest ghosts.The buildings that once ruled the world:now a Tesco, a Boots and a […]

Daun Daemon

When Mama Sang “Mockingbird Hill” Mama festooned the housewith her singing, draping her trillsand warbles over the furniturelike strands of sun-kissed rosesstrewn over a dew-covered hill She filled my heart with happinessbecause she was happy when she sang,all the world peaceful and still,brimming with the goodnessof her thrilling mockingbird lilt Now I wake to birds […]

Benny Biesek

Referent Back before me, case in point:How apes like men destroy. The candelabraCleaned and dreamt-up, seance in a paperCup, a tin man out back trying his luck. Say you’ll remember, how dawn becomesReckless, how caged mutes shout outAnd gesture. In the end no silent treatment, no plotsTo overthrow the watershed mark. InThe end spilled lozenge […]

Gary Beck

Nice Change This weekend I saw cherry blossomsforsythia, hyacinth, daffodils,all giving the illusion of Spring,even though it was cold.Then I saw Robins,the first time since last yearand knew the sullen daysof winter were departing. Bio Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director. He has 14 published chapbooks. His poetry […]

Temidayo Opeyemi Jacob

Shedding Off This poem is not talking about oldnessrunning into the palms of newness,This poem is oldness itself,running into the palms of newness;fulfilling the words of the preacherwho said “there is time for everything”. Time to be born once and to die once:Time to be born again and to die again,such that whatsoever falls off […]