Miriam Steinbach – Breakfast in Bed

Breakfast in Bed Morning, againthere is coffee brewing in the kitchen downstairs buthere, your lips taste like cream andmine are dripping with honey Here, light is sliced on bedsheets like banana bread andyour eyes are sunny sideeach pupil a yolkswimming in sleepy white Here, you laugh like pepper,smile like salt andmelt my butter hipswith your […]

Robert Halleck – Two Poems

Unable To Locate Brent Carlin came into the 7-11 to buy a quart of milk.He showed me the program from our 40th reunion.My name—unable to locate. I guess I missed the emails. Well, you found me. It didn’t start out that way. I did the right things:Married the girl, raised our son—now in Florida,I cut […]

Peggy Hammond – Three Poems

Hand-Me-Downs Heirloom seeds still bloom brightin the garden, fill supper bowls and bellies before bedtime.Treasures handed down from a white-haired grannyin a worn cotton dress, thin ankle socks limp againstthe tops of ragged shoes, who once quilted alongsidewant and despair, stitched tears of joy and sorrowand a few family secrets into each Log Cabin, Star,and […]

Yash Seyedbagheri – Two Flash Fiction Pieces

(Click to enlarge) Bio Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA fiction program. His stories, “Soon,”  “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and “Tales From A Communion Line,” have been nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work  has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.

Richard Rose – My Grandfather’s Allotment

My Grandfather’s Allotment My grandfather had an affinity with soil,he read it every bit as well as I might read a book.Heavy clay weighed upon his rust-hobbed boots along with loam beneath his graft-chipped fingernails,these features marked for me his manly signature.Flat cap, scuff-sleeved old tweed jacket, shirtopen at the neck, best forgotten old grey […]

Jeremy Platt – amateur narcissus

amateur narcissusradiatingthis puddle colours me in gentle raindrop wavesi’m beautifuli really am islands of sapphire sky and abandoned musicenter my mouth and ears like words and i can speak on reflectioni choose silence though oncewhen my head combusted with infantile starlit rhythmsi was a poet   Bio Jeremy Platt is based in the Lake District. […]

Lisa Molina – Saved

Saved Pink pulsatingwomb cordjoinsmotheranddaughtertogether. At birth,extra cord cellscollected,frozen, Saved. Graciously givento anunknownboy’scancer-riddenbody. Eleven years later,boy is nowpulsating withfresh pinkpure blood. Saved. The boyandthe girlbound togetherby theshared cordand blood. For eternity.Anonymously.   Bio Lisa Molina holds a BFA from the University of Texas. After teaching high school theatre and English, she served as Associate Publisher of […]

Zach Beach – Frost

Frost All a poet ever needsis a mountainand shallow streams. Inspiration can be found by simply touchingthe barren ground. The Earth speaks and the river sings. Look at what the bluebird brings. Twigs at a timewill build a home. We are built to sit and freely roam.   Bio Zach Beach, MA is an internationally […]

Malkeet Kaur – Dreams

Dreams These chevroned waves start fromthe mind, ending only there, myriadshapes moving as shadow puppets. There now an island alluring, a meremirage of a choppy sea; chaperonedapparitions for vespertine hours; desires waltzing on the inner palisades.Love lingers in the air as lust leavesthrough the secret doors and rusty hinges. And one day phantasm fizzle out […]