Poetry
IN THE END THE VOICE OF AN ADULT SPEAKS by M.J. IUPPA
In the end the voice of an adult speaks: Not in the stern upbraid that hung On your ear as a child, but A voice like cold pearls is water Moving underground, Low-key, unwavering, Telling you to collect your wits. Without melancholy You...
TWO POEMS by CALLISTO LIM
SINGAPORE TIGER Off Singapore, if you were to watch the southern coast for the entire day, you would count 2000 ships passing through, riding low. Blue-gray bowls with froot loop-colored boxes. laden with cargo bound for the Pacific. In a car, a father drives...
SOME PEOPLE GO TO HELL WHEN THEY DIE SWEARS by GALE ACUFF
our Sunday School teacher, some to Heaven and then she asks us ten-year-olds Which kind will you be and I wanted to raise my hand and say I'm just a little boy, I'm not people at all and that might be good for a laugh, from my classmates anyway and maybe even from God...
MY UNIVERSE IN VERSE by LAUREN SALLIOTTE
FORBIDDEN FRUIT I give my heart so easily to those who devour me like the shell of a human. These con artists with powdered noses and lips dripping with nectar numb me with their serpent tongues that spill depthless flatteries. And I return addicted craving...
IN DREAMS I AM A PERSON OF COLOR by NAOMI LOWINSKY
III. IN DREAMS I AM A PERSON OF COLOR Imagine that numinous beings visit your sleep Imagine they know your every mood hue and cry The Wise One Sophia who speaks through your third eye has skin the tint of tea with a splash of cream The...
SOLSTICE by KATHERINE DYAL
I. I tried to hang myself with electrical wires on a utility pole underneath pink clouds and above false sunflowers, and the crows watch unfeelingly. I waited for them to stop me. I waited for anyone to come stop me, but no one did, so after the sun finally set,...
NO FORMAL PROPERTIES by IVANI ATRE
i. DARK ROOM AT A GOOD PARTY before either of us were pushed up against the wall, plastered on the wallpaper, where everybody can see the outlines of the heat of us, i wanted to ask you stupid questions. breathing in your exhalations, breathing in the intensity...