Monthly Archives: October 2017
Grant Guy
he said do you need a dollar corner of broadway & memorial boulevard stood a panhandler on the median he had a cardboard sign in his hands anything would help god bless as my pickup truck (yes i … Continue reading
Peter Magliocco
Playing It By Ear Vincent, look at your hip-hop imitators in disenthralled abandon entrancing your vision with starry nights of old before the boob tube reruns Game of Thorns again Probiotic death’s-head moths scurry thru time’s twisted gut & botched … Continue reading
Michael Bates
A Cabaret Called Janus Downstairs, posters flatter the lobby with a wall of fame. Highlighted by a chandelier, one star shines after another, starting from left to right… The man in the dressing room looks like the magician among … Continue reading
Byron Beynon
CAPE TRIBULATION We witnessed the rare and tropical rainforest as it nears the waterline, the movement of an endangered creature that stirs from hiding to drink. Creeks inhabited by crocodiles, the cable ferry slips cautiously over the face of the … Continue reading
Roddie McKenzie
Evening Sailing From Mumbai To the passengers on their home-bound train we are a constellation of lights in a sharp, dark silhouette. A moving island, that slips into the tidal dusk sweeping into Back Bay from the interstellar blackness of the … Continue reading
Kathy Gee
Last Laugh So, Kathy, let me introduce myself. We’ve never met, and I admit I’ve left it rather late, but you should know me now. Remember how I once put off our meeting in the arid deserts of Peru? And … Continue reading
Colin Crewdson
Sholto’s lament Aroma is everywhere, a beckoning air scented with a matrix of blends, he searches in the bogs where the pheromones are strong, the pull of the air sweetened by sea, he searches in the density and clothness of … Continue reading
Rachel Carney
Growing into Myself Yesterday, a small green bud sprouted behind my left ear. Today it began to unfurl, curling out of itself, reaching for the light. Tomorrow it will become a perfect leaf – veins leading down into my core, … Continue reading
Eileen Murphy
Caravan I dream about my house of antique stuff, my sagging sofa, bookshelves caving in; then you pull up your caravan of love, with furniture in mountains, moving in. You don’t arrange or paint my living room; at first, you … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 