Photog 101 Those photos made of receding snow,back in the day,with a balky SLRand in the campus darkroom were as black and whiteas could be artfully expressed,with crystalline texturesand grass revealed in murky tones, then briefly exhibitedto the rest of the class,graded a “B” and taken downto become long discarded, and since only the negatives […]

Precipice Making lovefor the first timewe lost the ability to speak,grunts and groansguiding usas we exploredthis new language of the body,bringing each other to the precipiceof ourselves,before, sated, falling over,the wet ground rising eagerlyto meet us.   Bio Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and […]

The Invisible Spirit The night is long, long as the stars are falling apart and so my tears are the rain on the child cheeksI thought that love would make us lucky, and happy until I realized that one of usmust pretend that I’m deadTrust was the most beautiful word we have had in our […]

Anne, The Traveler You’re always somewhere in New England, always in the White or Green Mountains or the grassy hills of the Berkshires always but just not here, so when do we meet up again – and what’s your preferred weather- snow? spring?crocuses firing or maples shedding red? please nameyour blossom and your scent, request […]

We are often lost We are often lost,in the thickness of thin things,in the weed of our thoughts. We often tread through life like ants tread on an elephant:close to the skin, busy in the wrinkles; but completely oblivious, of the whole elephant, of the big picture.   Bio Javed Latoo is a senior medical practitioner […]

Coffeehouse Poem # 336 I see a woman from aFew days ago, enteringThe coffeehouseHer ebullience could meltAll the snow on the groundHer red checkered flannel shirtBlack jeans and winter bootsMake her the poster girl forLobster boat chicI tell her i,’m charmedBy her lovelinessShe says, she smilesCos it helps her stayAwake   Bio “I am a […]

Bio Dylan Sonderman’s writing has featured in publications such as Angry Old Man, Luna Negra, The Burr, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, and AltOhio. He lives in Cleveland with his loving wife, Liz, and their dog, Gertie. The strange and fun sounds of his soul are available to listen through his music project, Metaself.

Wind All that is beautiful,deer in the worldand meadows, too.There was a birdwho flew only onceand then no more.Winds that sweepthrough the channel—the same windsthat keep birds airborne—winds which form sandstonesculptures. I know of thesewinds which form sandstone,that keep birds airborne.The same windsthrough the channel—winds that sweep,and then no more.Who flew only once?There was a […]

Doubled OverFor Auntie Ellen Childhood would have been halvedwithout herin the velvet dark of the cinemaperched on the edge of our seatsfistfuls of popcorn frozen in the airas we watched, unblinkingsmall aliensenormous explosionscars chasingbuildings fallingtwice, if we wanted to she would take us to Burgerland on O’Connell Streetlong since goneand we would gorge on milkshakes […]

—Of God’s Twitter Handle. //Brother, you’ve submerged yourself from heaven’s gawking of your name. Breathing a song here. Writing a verse there. Throwing your weight after drone survey and every lesson learnt after downloading a portrait of yourself from the internet.  Heaven is calling you from the rigorous pulsation of your mother’s hefty heart beats. Today […]