Photography © Allison Goldin

Poem by John Grochalski


  all life is suffering i don’t know where calvin found her because he was always so upstanding and his mother tried her hardest to keep him locked up on friday nights but there she was in our booth dressed in black with black hair and black lipstick a bloody mary in her hand and…

Photography © Allison Goldin

Poem by Colin Dodds


  Seatbelts and Life Rafts Airlines drop me to my day. The jet engines hum a new weariness into the music of morning. In the terminal, I feel sanctified, or at least justified, by the fuel being burned on my behalf. For I am a jealous god, or at least a spoiled child, and I…

"Filigree Shoreline" © Dr. Regina Valluzzi

Poem by Duane Locke


  Terrestrial Illumination, Part II, No. 76 Linda, I have directed With a type of nondirection, my quasi-direction, a mode Not yet classified and distorted in popular parlance, Not mentioned Among slave mentalities spilling from shaky hands Light beer on puffy white thick threaded rugs.   I have guided my exile toward turquoise. I started…