Ace Boggess

Glad to See You’re Doing Well Your house, your cats—the onewith shaved punk head from chemo—your books of spells,your fantasies you haven’t read. Your house, your half-stitched quilts,your couch so soft to sink into itfeels like narcotic drift. Your house, your memories,your past unsafe like mineyou circle before diving in. Your house, your bedrooma revision…

Linda M. Crate

maybe they’ll give me apologies you wanted every kneeto bow before you,didn’t like that i threw a swordproving you could bleed; you made yourself a godwhen you were nothing morethan a mere man and i wanted them toknow just who they worshipped— & to my immense surprisemost of them still supported you, but one day…

John Abbott

His Curse All the men in his family died young:Bad heart, bad lungs, bad luck.A curse that left the women widowsAt an awkward age – too old to remarryBut too young to give up desire completely. The family spoke of the grim traditionBehind closed doors, away from the young ones,But he knew. He listened on…

Andrey Gritsman

EMPTY HOUSE BY HUDSON House abandoned,even traces of souls evaporated.No one will die there anymore.Nobody prepares the bed.I am just a passerby,incidental traveler.And I am calm, my returnsecured. For some reasonmy soul’s in the empty house.It calls come backto the dark corners, to dust.This is my regular stroll,passing the house,passing myselfon the road unknown. Translated…

Nidhi Agrawal

The three poems are located below the introductory paragraphs, but we recommend reading the introduction to fully appreciate these works. Introduction In India Lord Shiva is known as the Father God and Goddess Durga is referred to as the Mother Goddess from the age of the Indus Valley Civilization of Mohenjo-Daro and Harappa (The civilization…

George Freek

I PONDER THE FUTURE (After Su Tung Po’s ‘Autumn’) The summer’s lilies are gone.They’ll never come back.The autumn chrysanthemumsare also fading.They’re turning black.What beauty is there in winter?I hear a cardinal whistlehis lonely cry.‘Look at me’, he seems to say,raising his despondent head.Perhaps he just missed a grub.He’ll also soon be dead.I know rivers still…

Carson Pytell

White Elephants and/or Sacred Crows All is misery-fraught in the realm of earth,the work of fortune changes the world under the heavens.Here wealth is loaned. Here friends are loaned.Here man is loaned. Here family is loaned—And this whole foundation of the earth wastes away! Dick came home late again to a hot dinnerwhich his maid…

Dandelion Prinsloo

A bike ride through Colonial Hills You peddle past the smell of sprinkler water on warm pavementYou are not depressedJust a little tiredAnd breathless from the peddling uphill with the weight of hot sun in your satchel. There are no shade trees lining Maint St.Not like in the nicer neighborhoodsThe only thing separating you from…

Ellis Elliott

OR I was afraid the housewould burn down,or that it wouldn’t.Fear that smelledof Jim Beamand Kent Regularsand felt like fistsof stinging nettlesin my twisting child-size gut. Never thinkingpast her hot ashesfalling from cigaretteto mattress. Thenit could be over, the flaregun of my flaminghouse would tellthe story I could not. Heard Trish and I could almost…