The Last Time I Saw Paris

By Mike Turner   The last time I saw Paris Spring had turned to rains At evening, lights like diamonds Lit the streets as my heart sang The last time I saw Paris I walked the Champs-Elysses Climbed up Le Eiffel Tower O’er all Paris to see The last time I saw Paris Notre Dame …

Feet Will Walk Forever

By Ian Copestick   All afternoon, the snow it fell and the city came to a standstill. Just a light dusting, an inch or so, and no one knows how to drive. Me, I laugh at the fuming faces as I stroll on by. My shoe leather faster than their expensive engines. Which will soon …

Poems by John Goodie

Grandma’s Biscuits Flour dust on her wrinkled hands, and apron Silver gray hair pulled into a bun, on top her head Back door open, screen door with a torn screen, lets in flies Spring flowers blooming in the yard, the yellow daisies Honey on the table, butter in the dish, same table Smells of the …

Poems by Vivian Wagner

"In Defense of Cat Ladies"   At a certain point you can no longer keep up with the decades: you didn’t see Shrek, have only a tenuous grasp on Pokémon, stopped listening past Smashing Pumpkins, still think of Nirvana as new. There’s only so much a body can take, only so much hype and excitement, …

Poems Rizwan Saleem

  The island of shattered dreams   The ebbs and flows Cold winter winds blow Across the oceanic world No land to see, nor harbors to call The loud silence of doomed souls Black gulls take to air Round and round they fly in evil circumambulations No sound through truculent clouds Of promised rain and …

Hungry

By Kυкι “кooкie” Urιe   Grrrrowwwlllllll.   The snow fell heavily, engulfing the little military transport and its two passengers in a world of whirling white chaos. The motorcycle half-track rattled furiously as it worked to propel itself forward in the face of the unforgiving winter.   A young man, goggles and thick hood obscuring his …

“Dr.Varbo”

By Nicholas Beaupre “Who did this?” He points to the board. Someone had erased parts of the lesson plan. The students stare back, their eyes shining in the purple light spilling through the window. His intricate model of the moons is half gone. Sighing, Dr.Varbo paces. No one says anything. He stops at the window. The …

Driving

By James Diaz I asked you the name of this town we were slowly passing through like storm clouds that are holding out and the earth below waiting expectantly, open mouthed, greedy- for all that rain that won't come   didn't you see the sign you asked, no   then why don't we name it …

“The St. John” and “Abandoned Barns”

By Thomas Page “The St. John” Cypress and Palm jut out of the Water in the St. John. Cows graze Along the flooded plains, eagles Roost in watercolored trees, fish Swim along side airboats whizzing O’er alligators torporing, Cranes, spoonbills, and other avians Float on ebbing lagoons now full. “Abandoned Barns” Abandoned barns sitting nearby …

Tommy Haiku #167-171

By Thomas Page A skeleton of An overpass flanked by grass Starting to grow there “It’s a yellow day” My dad says as the sun tries To simulate heat The train car salted, Beaten by boots and oxfords: Mineral collage Venomous tongues spake Falsehoods that were hard to break. How could one forsake? Lonely beer …