by Mark S. Osaki
We have become accustomed
to taking one to bed
like a nightmare
kept under the pillow
for just those times
persuasion must be fatal, Continue reading
by Mark S. Osaki
We have become accustomed
to taking one to bed
like a nightmare
kept under the pillow
for just those times
persuasion must be fatal, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Sonia Beauchamp
We never argued when making dumplings for soup.
When rain blanketed the pine trees in gray mist
and chicken broth simmered shrouds of steam,
I stood tiptoed on the wooden stool with uneven legs.
Irregular seconds beat across the kitchen floor.
Filed under Poetry
by Gail Tirone
A crowd formed on the beach
awed and aghast
as the gray mass surfaced
battered by wave after wave
until the surf with a grotesque belch
heaved it onto the shore Continue reading
by John Grey
Nobody knows me here.
No friends.
I’m totally alone.
Then you call. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Dmitry Blizniuk
(translated by Sergey Gerasimov from Russian)
They were lying naked in the dark,
parts of their bodies jumbled;
they were lying blissful, dissolved in each other. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry