All I Have to Offer

By Hio Fae   All I have to offer   Are some borrowed words, a grey shirt, butterfly wings left on my porch— next to the recycling bin. Maybe some dates, oats, chili flakes for your apples, the finest tap water.   All I have   Are translations of animal tracks that still linger in sentences, …

Poems by John Robbins

         Once Upon A Distant View She sat at the window viewing life at a safe distance . Everyone has a audience and to random a passerby she was that for the moment. How we fade from view slip through  the cracks to settle in roles we never understood this life could cast . I understand …

Wonders of the 181

By Scott Thomas Outlar Come to me in dreams tonight so we can speak even while we sleep as crickets serenade our spirits Hour upon hour of hearing your voice is still not enough to satiate the need that you’ve created to keep goosebumps tingling along my spine and skin dive in dig deep of the …

Turn, Turn, Turn

By Scott Thomas Outlar   This is not a poem but a simple reminder that all of these experiences are temporary and fleeting, yet still far more beautiful than any fallen human being could ever ask, hope, or dare dream of. Like a cat fight by an oak tree under the blanket of midnight. Like a …

Better Take A Big One

By Scott Thomas Outlar I felt you blink in the eye of the storm as Atlantis went under There was nothing left for us to do but breathe sigh and rise   again Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. …

Formalehyde

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan you begin to wonder why life happens at all   when death is   so easy. Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such …

Crisis

By Laura Slack Crisis in my heart I felt it from the start It’s hard to retain Peace, I need to begin again Emotions flowing over Need to run for cover The storm has started And I have darted My mind has gone So weak, and forlorn Need my strength back And that is what …

Yeats, and why I choose to laugh

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan I got to be honest.  I never liked Yeats. An Irishman who doesn’t dig Yeats, what sacrilege!  Well, a Canadian-Irishman anyways. And maybe it is that geographical distance which allows for a more honest literary distance as well.  Yeats always seemed so sad to me; the eternal victim covering himself in …

Holding Hope

By Kimberly Cunningham It was never the loneliness that bothered the woman's subtle soul. Wandering in uncertainity is what kept her disturbed. Knowing all was easier than not knowing any of it. No decisions can be made from ignorance. Partial exposure would show raw pain and she did not want that. Instead, this lovely lady …

BOLO

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan my few belongings gather me in a body bag of memories   drag me behind a hot Chevelle with the windows knocked out like crooked streetwalker smiles   down to the toe tag place where Death is pulling a double and no one ever gets paid. Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born …