In the Company of Others

I am more than interlaced        fingers, a tangle of limbs   As I get older, I am learning the difference between   words that are blue and words that      are dark like the insides of people—   Clots and handfuls of flesh that are more than my gender,   more than my wild ankles with the bones round …

Connor Fieweger

Soma His torso entangled unsure of its ends. And there, Atlas Heavenly heaving again and again. Deep bronze bodies smelted by Hephaestus His, their sarcic art Sheeted furnace Aristophanes fulfilling.     Ganglia He stands on the curb Alongside another A brother Of sorts. Someone approaches, a brother of Other. “Fuck that shit, bitch, get the fuck off my block!” …

Je Crois

that dusk which is the start of deadly night when darkness hides our evils and fears and men surrender to folly and violence   that dusk, the gentle laying of a robe of pink over a hot day of white sun or endless storms that covered the roiling sky black at noon   with wind howling and rain lashing at …

Oona: A Love Story

  Arlo was strolling down Pike Street one morning when he saw a woman sitting on a bench in front of a sex shop, madly trying to light a cigarette.  She looked to be in her early twenties, was tall and slim with azure blue hair, and her milky white skin was adorned with tats and piercings.  She looked vaguely …

Michele Madigan Somerville

Serenade   Where have you been all my life now that it’s nearly done? Here on this island of our birth?   Where minds venture like hands and pedestrians traffic in solstice cold they import from   There to Here on overcoats into gin mill noctilucence wherein
  frigidity ensues then overturns  
itself.   Where they sit apart, that woman and …

Diary Secrets from 1966

Jimmy was a dreamer, a handsome James Dean kind of guy. Jimmy decided at 17 he was in love, so he eloped with his child bride and kept it a secret until nobody would question her age. He loved his bride and she loved him. They had a baby daughter who was a dreamer too. Jimmy had tiny flecks of …

Donna Emerson

To My Son, Home from College   You’re home complaining how crowded our house feels with the new baby, question the noise, her crying. These rooms used to be yours.   Then you speak of going to live with your dad. The dad who wanted to show you the alternatives. I always asked him, alternatives to what?   I walk …

In Lieu of a Better Plan

In lieu of a better plan I have decided to be a tree that grows down instead of up.   It makes a kind of sense to me.   I will bury myself alive in a lovely secret way— only to bloom below the earth and flower in the cool dark soil; not for display, but for the feel of …

Lichen and Moss

Stone wall covered with lichen and moss; along an old country lane within the briers. Mushrooms, wild raspberries mark the time; food for the animals and birds found there. This place has seen war and strife so harsh also witnessed good times of plentiful harvest. The old white farm is gone from across the way, t’was a fine spot for …

Stillness

Rock fitted silence to its tense profile. At night stillness shrank back to the opaque scheme of space.   Rock wore down, weighed by an unfathomable presence and absorbed the ruminations of grubby hungering men.   In the shimmer of spirit, rock shaped portals, amphitheaters over which now kindred stars shone gentler and closer.   Stones nestled together against storms …

Sunday Morning

That’s my bike over there. Uncle Calvert, who I had a girl crush on in middle school, painted it white for me, and my sister Jessie twirled blue satin ribbon around the frame till it looked like a barber pole. It’s parked next to the pink and white oleander I love, with flowers that smell like bubblegum, look like pinwheels, …

Stephen Massimilla

Vegetation             After Neruda   To unnumbered nameless lands wind dived down from other dominions, trailing celestial threads of rain; and the god of the impregnated altars restored the lives and the flowers.   In the fecundity, time grew vast.   The jacaranda uplifted its spume of transmarine splendors. The araucaria with its bristling lances was pure magnitude against the …