Sunday In The Hills by Yash Seyedbagheri
a white truck roars up a hill and then another, this one black lights break through the snow trucks whooshing
A Magazine Of Fiction And Poetry
a white truck roars up a hill and then another, this one black lights break through the snow trucks whooshing
What I didn’t do I should’ve done, and what I did do I shouldn’t have, and now I can’t escape
Italy was my home turffor many year we battled each othera grudge match where getting whiskered upby the celerity of
Continue readingConfessions Of A Pregnant Man by Aldo Quagliotte
I love gifting you with my doubtsso that I get your charming smile backI relax my abdomen, summer can springyou
A steel motion view of pillow-like haze. Looks and sees the brilliance within us from under a barricade of our
white scars of light across branches of cloud train wreck of thunder and then the hail came
I grew up by the sea. The seascape changed constantly and I was out in all weathers, grey skies when
Continue readingThe Land Across the Sea by Jacqueline Bartle
Little spinning desert spriteDancing in the drying heatThat takes my moisture, steals my lifeLaughing at my stumbling stepsCalling, Follow! Follow
Dawn lifts his own shadow Spreads cloak of light Sings of lips, angels Snakes, golems. Murmurs of children Loiter, whisper
In between rock and hawk,A little scrapingTo get by into the valley *In a few hours, sunsetWill make it impossibleTo get
Continue readingNew Mexican Mountain Adventure by Ben Nardolilli