Peycho Kanev

Song   When we were together, we were not. I was alone with you and with all the animals, all the cherry blossoms, Chrysanthemums and the rising sun. Is this Japan? But I’ve never been there.   Daylight is just the messenger of the secrets of the night’s hidden and utter darkness. Moonlight is just the reflection of the ashamed …

The Department of Otolaryngology

The perpendicular marks on the carpet, Below my blistered boots, mark my path to this Place of auditory affirmation. The noise from the tv tells me to stop The silence and listen to Talking mocking teething media personalities: I feel the hereness of hearing and for this reason, All is perfect.   The questions my mind beckons to Consciousness are …

Natural Causes

In dusty houses with sallow shades floating ghostly past books, pictures, broken furniture   unconnected disengaged   Functional rubble of teeth, knees, hips, skipping the charters to Branson, afternoon performances of Hamlet   writing in their journals how the view from the end of the road mirrors the view from the beginning: a thoughtless line vining to mind, a heart …

Less Shiny

i was born a year and a half after he died a little baby boy allotted eight hours of fresh breath a slap in the face to my mother who carried him for nine months who would’ve given up a lifetime of breaths to save his they say i am made of stardust particles from the universe, the very matter …

Lifeless

I found myself at deaths door.  Looking up at the reflection of the stars that mirrored an image of what I once thought was my life. It seemed that violence followed me, or was it that I have been chasing it all along. Maybe the fact is that I enjoyed its company. It was my way of escape into the …

Fission

You grow a beard, check the mirror, notice you are forty years old, the next morning, you shave it off, find you are   sixty. But life is like that, suddenly everyone you know is dying and they still visit with your back turned to them.   One day, you took the school bus and you earned a gold star …

Let the Bombs Fall

Let the bombs fall Let the princes seize power I’m too tired to stop them I’m too weary to care I’ve eliminated evolution from my own ambitions It’s a bad day When you can no longer dance To your own tune For sophistication has suffocated in the ashes of the banal And trepidation has triumphed When we were up against …

Lindsay McLeod

Swing   Spilt and splashed down here in the low life, wild electric blue blanketed eyes, ham cameo role on the gallows pole, wrapped up whole in the scarf of the sky, open closet of bones sounds a wind chime, while a barbed wire snare smokes a lung, watch me dance on hair trigger corrections, plunge from life’s unsolicited tongue. …

David Ades

One Winter Night after Mark Strand   My breath rose like a ghostly cloud into the air, dispersing particles of me, invisible envoys that would remain after I was gone,   marking my passage though no one would see. The moon was a white slip, mute witness, hanging high in a sullen wintry sky.   The street was silent, snow …

Dave Hardin

Algoma Guardian   She’s bound for Toledo riding low with grain, slipping through fine blue capillary that splits the difference between Belle Isle and Windsor Canada keeping a low profile to the south forever confounding us.   N   A   I   D   R   A   U   G      A   M   O   G   L   A   emerge one by one from behind a clump …

Emmitt Conklin

The Glass Forest that Lies Beyond the Glass Fortress that Lies (hi! haha!)Mirror by mirror Burying more bodies (haha! hi!) Oh!Look! At the fog bank encasing A cotton ball mosaic Of an apparition Of an act of forgetting Performed in a vacuum closet While miles away, In a true-to-life reproduction Of a real corn field in America, A very important …

Cherries

It has been millennia since I last ate you. How did I dare, today, breaking the spell? Your stem neatly detached by a twist of my fingers, your thick flesh with its sparkly aftertaste exploding on tongue, your pit so very small that for lack of practice I’m scared of swallowing it… I have missed a fruit in my mouth, …