Three Poems by Neil Ellman


  Rat Radar The rats know what we don’t know by a radar of their own they see through walls and into our bravado and concceits knowing the future isn’t ours and the meaning of the trash we leave as food for thought they wait for the Rapture to inherit the earth.     Audrey…

Poem by John Grey


  To An Ex As the constant rain explains it, I am one of the lost. And, as the sharpening knives would have it, even if someone were to find me they would stab away with blind fear and bloody anger. Does a light shine brightly on you, I wonder? Or. if not, is your…

Poem by Kevin Clancy


  At Sea Gun metal gray, non skid, thickly applied Hydraulic fluid, Skydraul, bordering on toxic Chili simmering in galley attracting a jolt to the system followed quickly by heartburn Fifth meal of the day in the middle of the night called Mid Rats Small desk with round dial safe built in as well as…

Poem by Colin Dardis


  Kissing an Eel Boil her lips and let the flesh congeal, skim off the skin and see what a meal this makes. Physically defective, kissing an eel. How does it feel to kiss this eel? Black and slime, wet coal, a clump of turf soaked by the rains of Ireland; pressing your tongue into…

Poem by Jessy Bissal


  Lebanon: Not Enough Lubrication dedicated to Lebanon and any other country suffering from sectarian strife It starts. Inexperienced pioneers lust over the volumes of girth their escapades will add to their reputation; a head of command guides his tools penetrating through the layers and layers of unchartered fertile land in search of a serviceable…