(Un)Covering - 24
By Kristina Gaddy Quilt I enter the Westfriedhof graveyard on a bike. At the former-Gestapo-office-now-museum in Cologne, I had taken...
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Kim Golubev
- Dec 3, 2019
The Broken Friendship
By Kim Golubev We are the past men We are the present men we are lost men. We are men who lost their merit instead of past and present...
The Stardust Review
- Dec 3, 2019
Parachute to the Moon
By Austin Draper I am worried that you are not well equipped. I have a question for you, Why did you intend to land on the moon so ill...
Stuart Terman
- Dec 3, 2019
THE MIRROR
By Stuart Terman Grandmother had a mirror in the bedroom; Once and only once I saw her just pick it up, glance briefly into it and sadly...
M. Zaman
- Dec 2, 2019
Cathexis
By M. Zaman Poetry or not, vagaries of life will still feel prickly; love or no love, things-that-matter will still be overwhelming; God...
Cole W. Williams
- Nov 30, 2019
Remembering Her
By Cole W. Williams I sunning and swim of a cormorant coven collecting on the banks of spring lake II grandmother / thick corduroy slacks...
Warren Ward
- Nov 29, 2019
Time with the Heideggers
By Warren Ward “Which German philosophers are you writing about?” The colleague across from me was genuinely interested, a rare...
Miah Jeffra
- Nov 29, 2019
Life on Mars
By Miah Jeffra Life on Mars (after David Bowie) You stand in a space, a no space, gleaming white background light. You wear a powder blue...
Abigail Diaz
- Oct 13, 2019
mia rosa
Abigail Diaz here and then gone, blinding flash of light. when i returned to a silent home of longing, i howled at the moon for her, made...
Abigail Diaz
- Oct 13, 2019
FLINCH
Abigail Diaz a child, grinning, holds a gun up to the bleeding hole in his chest. you've been here before. the child is you. your eyes...
Abigail Diaz
- Oct 13, 2019
2012
Abigail Diaz the world ended for the first time when i was eleven: the news sang sweet songs of expiring calendars and a black antichrist...
Allen Plone
- Sep 25, 2019
WABI SABI Trilogy
By Allen Plone WABI SABI to make this poem simple move it close to nothingness devolving from the word on the page to the reader’s heart...
Marcella Hunyadi
- Sep 23, 2019
PRELUDE TO A MURDER
By Marcella Hunyadi The night of my dead daughter’s sixteenth birthday, I have a dream. I am a bleeding hawk from the time when hawks...
Mukund Gnanadesikan
- Sep 23, 2019
The Uncertainty Principle
by Mukund Gnanadesikan What you or I believe Must not always be true A product of cerebrum chained To cinderblocks of eye and ear Souls...
Mukund Gnanadesikan
- Sep 23, 2019
Specimen
By Mukund Gnanadesikan In the beginning I was raw Uncut basalt Free from destiny’s fairy wand Or misdirected plans Of palsied hands That...
The Stardust Review
- Sep 23, 2019
YURIE
By Gloria R. Buckley Books about God by Deepak Chopra, St. John of the Cross, Teresa d ’Avila lay for years frozen, fixated and dusted...
The Stardust Review
- Sep 23, 2019
THE BAPTISM
By: Patrick Mathiasen Matt is sitting in his room in the hospital on our psychiatry unit, leaning back in his chair. He is tall and thin,...
The Stardust Review
- Sep 23, 2019
In Theory
By Charles Davis The river was wide and moving at a brisk clip. Its dark, choppy surface ran past desolate sandy banks suggesting some...
The Stardust Review
- Sep 23, 2019
THE SKATEBOARDERS
By: Perle Besserman They should have known they weren’t the gentrifying type. At least the wife should have known, having tried it once...
The Stardust Review
- Sep 23, 2019
Lucky
By: Amyen Fielding I have not left the apartment in thirteen days. Within these walls there is 700 square feet of refuge. No catcalls,...