Herod and Salome: The Dance of the Seven Veils – a poem by Cynthia Pitman

Herod and Salome: The Dance of the Seven Veils “Dance the Dance of the Seven Veils” begs King Herod. “I will give you anything you desire.” Salome sways, and the first veil floats to the floor. Eyes half-closed, she lifts her chin to the molten moon. The second veil slithers down her arms, her hips,Continue reading “Herod and Salome: The Dance of the Seven Veils – a poem by Cynthia Pitman”

Divinity – a poem by Sanjeev Sethi

  Divinity Quick-tempered or quieted, in extreme spaces dwells pureness. When birth is hamartia, sparkle and sprightliness inch through fleeting burrows, retaining me to prep for the next scrutiny. In my bag desideratum eventuates in ache. No emotional corpuscles for me. Without fizz or temporal festivities, obeisance to His aura tempers the tune for me.Continue reading “Divinity – a poem by Sanjeev Sethi”

The Wizard Girl of Waterville – a story by John Zurn

The Wizard Girl of Waterville The isolated village of Waterville remained dreary and cold all year long. Hidden from the modern world by high, rugged mountains on one side, and a vast, dangerous desert on the other; the villagers lived a dark and lonely existence. These grim inhabitants of this forsaken valley could often beContinue reading “The Wizard Girl of Waterville – a story by John Zurn”

The House is on Fire – a poem by Sarah Cave

The House is on Fire & I’m searching for an appropriate emoji the hand of god stroking my temples like a lost lover like a mother with illusions, elisions, delusions; a blue-black dog running. Mother, mother; where did you hide the sunset? The weather cock & the blue-black dog quiet in the nave, on yourContinue reading “The House is on Fire – a poem by Sarah Cave”

Approaching Salisbury Mills the Train Blows Its Whistle – a poem by Ariana D. Den Bleyker

Approaching Salisbury Mills the Train Blows Its Whistle; People Mind the Stop-Gap Before Rushing to a Seat Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. “Closing Time”—Semisonic I shiver the breeze of opening doors, against the onward steps scurrying for seats facing forward or backward through swaying cars & narrow aisles. This is whereContinue reading “Approaching Salisbury Mills the Train Blows Its Whistle – a poem by Ariana D. Den Bleyker”

Now and at the hour – a story by Ellen Wade Beals

Now and at the hour The story begins with my sister in law Sheila, who was married to my brother Tom. Now I loved Tom but he was not the nicest man in the world. He’d never been. Even when we were younger and innocent, Tom always looked out for himself. He died in 1982,Continue reading “Now and at the hour – a story by Ellen Wade Beals”

It’s Simple – a poem by Ahrend Torrey

It’s Simple When the world is unforgiving, when it tears you ……into the ground ..like a drilling rig, Things of green, our constant mother, will be there— that poplar tree, that thought of a roiling river, that little wren ……..on back of a chair, flitting here, ….there, .as you sit outside a cafe, alone: ……………………….watch.Continue reading “It’s Simple – a poem by Ahrend Torrey”

The Hollow – a poem by Jane Angué

The Hollow This path that skirts the cold cluttered shed, surly-fronted with tasselled dock and stinging nettle, slips down into the hollow where mire and winter’s dregs seep and settle in greasy black cakes. Thick sprouting elder and brambles throw out limbs and foot-catching loops along the track. Bees lose their way as frothing blossomContinue reading “The Hollow – a poem by Jane Angué”

ONION – a poem by Rupert Loydell

ONION The world as places and sounds, a visual music to paint. Hidden layers are stories to be told, ur-texts and brief asides, all referencing each other. It is not a linear progression, our futures do not unfold; we make them, revise them, retell them, practice making others laugh. Then move away and die. GapsContinue reading “ONION – a poem by Rupert Loydell”