Plato-Bible Eclectic Mixed Metaphors

By Gerard Sarnat Half-Israeli grandson Liav and I  throw ourselves into post Chanukah  truck dumpty dumpties, dreidel  mini-footballs then make his yofi*  new train station bubble with electric soap suds deep deep inside Coachie’s  man cave which at times tends to be awash in unkosher sour squashed Domino  pizza boxes among leaning towers’ Joseph Coat-Of-Many-Colors …

Alphabets: Omicron

By Thomas Page I can’t imagine The world so small that It can be placed on A grain of rice and Sold in a beachfront Souvenir shop next To hermit crabs and Obscene tees hung like College banners and Beer signs down the road Mixed with heat and sand And sunburned shoulders Bathed in aloe …

It’s Come to This

By Dianne Moritz   Once she sipped daiquiris by the pool high above Hollywood gazing down at the vista. Eucalyptus shade cooled her soft, tanned skin as she kissed his lips under the California sun. There he made promises to love her forever and ever and ever until the twelfth of never. Today she lives …

Alphabets: Xi

By Thomas Page I like to play the same songs over and over while working To hear the same lyric again while I try to find my own answers To a soulless prompt before me Requiring me to extract hope from despair And graded on the power of ex nihilo of an e re world. …

Two Poems by Ahmad Al-Khata

Love Between the Seasons    I see you in  the blue sky, you  became  a dark cloud I dream  of you in  a rainbow, you dream  of me in  autumn   Writing a Letter   I will be writing a letter to nobody brave or I know I want to say I am sorry for …

The Untranslatable: Shemomedjamo

By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. We often order appetizers and bread baskets before the meal Along with bowls of butter and whatever dip comes with it In …

Messing with the Ball

By Fabrice Poussin     Neon, like a felt pen, round and fast it flies just to be swatted like a vile bug unwanted.   Broken, unable to perfect its spherical soul the laces, like stars, keep it one, against the odds.   This one almost died of the angry kick of sharp cleats spotted …

Alphabets: Nu

By Thomas Page I can’t seem to truly relax Like sink deeply into an armchair and ponder tea cookies relaxed Because of the access I have to everything I have to do Like a white rabbit burdened with a pocket watch Always late for something and early for nothing The muscles in my neck Tenses …

Art by KJ Williams

      (Courtesy of the Artist) KJ Williams is an Abstract Expressionist. She has studied art at Newbury College of Massachusetts, and the Art Institute of Boston, before moving to New Hampshire. Through her work, KJ expresses her physical pain from an accident in 1993, to the depression from trying to work while in …

Alphabets: Mu

By Thomas Page I played the saxophone in the eighth grade Which in hindsight Is the worst time to play the saxophone. I had an alto Which would blister in my teeth As I tried to move my hands along the brass keys Mimicking the basic songs of yore. I remember seating awkwardly Like the …