UNVEILING MY HEART
By Ojo Olumide Emmanuel — A love poem is like honey conjugal-blessing two pairs of cookies. A broken poem is like a strain. You holla &
Jan 1, 2022
Disappearing
By Kelly Kotewa — My mother is disappearing. This is not the woman who raised me. Her shape is still there taking up space. Her voice is
Dec 9, 2021
Dawn at the Carquinez Strait
By Thomas Piekarski — There is much disclosure of facts about mankind's impending fate, but our human faculties fall short of altering those
Nov 2, 2021
I Should Have Said
By Gerry Grubbs — I should have said How lovely you were last night. I should have said I knew the stars were out because I could see you
Oct 11, 2021
Keeping Cool
By Eric Burgoyne — Fred was washing his new Subaru in the driveway in front of the house. A meteorite crashed down in his backyard before he
Aug 21, 2021
Let’s Talk About Fat
By Susan Anmuth — What if the hours I’ve consumed with diets, food plans, new bright starts, still missing the mud pie at Henry’s End in
Jul 28, 2021
The Problem with Chivalry
By Alan Cohen — There are more scars on my heart inflicted by women than there are days in the year. It is better not to love them.
Jun 26, 2021
The Nectar Song
By Yuan Hongri & Translated by Manu Mangattu — A sieve of my soul I weave with lightning of time. And cast it into the interstellar sea of
May 31, 2021
Just Passing Through
By Madge Kaplan — I know we’re both waiting outside a hospital’s locked psychiatric unit. But I won’t be doing this more than once or twice.
May 7, 2021
Notes from an Agnostic
By Susan Hand — god: I’m going to strip you of your capital letters, if that’s ok with you. If only god would reveal himself, in the flash
Feb 22, 2021
If Only I Moved by Instinct
By D.R. James — Life has been a grand migration to where you are today! Well known wisdom. I didn't know! Otherwise, when those raggedy
Feb 2, 2021
Cutting Loose
By Carol Keegan —
Too many of us cut loose at the same time, so the bell curve inverted. Eccentrics at both ends of old norms became the
Dec 29, 2020
I am Purple
By Megan Snedeker — If only you could see that being bisexual isn’t half red and half blue. It’s purple. We’re a beautiful mixture of lost
Dec 13, 2020