Issue 31 / December 2019
All Poetry Issue
I cannot / remove you from me in crystal / tears. I can only cough / a red glow up and drop / it on a star
She said, “Lift.” - Dom Fonce

Issue 32

“Eclipse”

Debra Groves Harman

My love and I drive south
For seven minutes of darkness.
During solar eclipse, the sun proposes,
A sparkling rim and white-hot stone,
We drive for margaritas, the blue Pacific,
to make love when Orion rises...

Issue 32

“Night”

Tahseen Béa

I want to meet
night as a friend
who welcomes and comforts
offers solace and replenishment.
I want night to
become a place
I seek
to deliver, to surrender, to belong.

Issue 32

“An Ode to Bukowski”

Carvel Tefft

Hell is a terrible place to tell a joke said the
man with the beard, as if God poured him
his cup of wine every night and whispered
the water into his rivers. and I’ve never
known how to love what i can’t see, you can
ask her and her and her, so your words
crawl to me. they don’t look me in the eyes...

Issue 32

“I Like Ike”

Robert Rubino

When I was your age
the subway cost fifteen cents
gas cost thirty-two cents a gallon
television was free
& so was Saturday confession
in preparation for Sunday communion
when I was your age...