The Loneliest Greeting Card by John Patrick Robbins

The Loneliest Greeting Card The streets are all vacant and the city a ghost town. I didn’t belong but then again when did I ever? Least no one would notice a bum with a bottle, drunk off his ass walking down the seawall in Portsmouth. The few out weren’t here for the sights , for…

Against All The Odds by Ian Lewis Copestick

My father is already battling cancer. On the way to the hospital for both Radio and Chemotherapy the poor guy Had a stroke. Having been there Myself, I know how hard that can be. Going to the hospital to see him It struck me that every day the hospital’s Full. It’s almost impossible  to Find…

Two Poems from Eliana Vanessa

conversation with a dull razor   go back to the sting of disillusionment you know so well, and don’t let me catch you cavorting with the sacred on this side of hell anymore— just a reminder that a demon, like you, rearing its ugly head is more sincere when left on the corner of crystal…

Small Talk With Mother by Kristin Garth

Small Talk With Mother   On rare occasions when we speak, all talk and topics must be tweaked to something in- controvertible or small, a walk I took, a shopping mall. Reminded when I did express, just yesterday, mercy for powerless, noblesse oblige, dog who died, not mine, my friend’s, who cried an hour to…

Barely Crimbo by Graham Wynd

Here it is barely Grimace; Time to deck the malls. Wish you a hairy crossbus; Fall down all the golden balls. Hark the Harold angles bring Glory to the edge-lord bling. Dashing through the pub, With a one-horse foamy ale, Oh, what fun it is to slide Through tat that’s cheap on sale. Olé. Grimble…

My M.R.I. by Ian Lewis Copestick

Tonight, I went for a M.R.I. scan An hour of trying to lay completely still Inside a tube that makes really loud Space noises. Wom – wom – wom – Wom – wom – wom – wom – wom – wom Bzzzzfffzzzt ! Bzzzzfffzzzt ! Wom – wom – wom – wom – wom ….

Pressed by Alex Z Salinas

If this fire ant had its way, It’d smash this window and pry me open.   Can’t blame it—separated from Swarm and nowhere to fly,   Everywhere starving and Stark raving mad,   You’d crush the giant’s face with Black eyes tracking delirium,   Watching you thrash As he sips coffee on the other side….

A Fire Escape Back Down to Gravity by Ryan Quinn Flanagan.

If you can’t stand the length of professional basketball, the width of sumo wrestling from video game Japan will confound you, leave you sucking back Vietnam-era defoliants in the dark looking for game show door prizes behind smudged crybaby peep holes that claim to have called the cops and there is no reason to disbelieve…

How Many Does It Take To Burn A Teenage Girl? by Kristin Garth

How Many Does It Take To Burn A Teenage Girl?   for Nusrat Rafi   How many does it take to burn a teen- age girl? Bangladesh, sixteen are sentenced to die — as trial unfurls, new villains seen, unsentenced, your tragedy. For instance, the cop who leaked it to TV, victim statement of what…

Just The Seagulls by John Patrick Robbins

I found myself burnt out as always alone on the beach . Why the hell was I drawn here , I cannot say . Maybe I was a junkie for the pain, maybe I just was unoriginal . And maybe it just reminded me of you . Either way I was here blown out of…