3 Poems by Jon Bennett

Where It Goes I moved into a spare room in a lady’s house in El Segundo She had one of those music zines I don’t remember the name and she had stacks of CDs that people sent her, fat manila envelopes mostly unopened heaped in a broom closet. She had a cat named ‘Vodka’ which…

Where You Can by Ian Copestick

Every day the rain keeps falling This is one of the worst and most Depressing summers that I can remember. You just have to get your good times Where you can. When I first woke up At 6: 30 a.m. the sun was shining, The sky was beautiful. By 10 it was Raining again, but…

3 Poems by Jason Baldinger

Teenage Sweat   there are two outlets in the entire room they’re both jammed with power strips and string of lights no fans in sight it already smells like teenage sweat   blue jeans and black plastic bags full of once cold beer   these two guys are dancing their asses off, I can’t tell…

Strange, Isn’t It ? by Ian Copestick

God, it makes me angry, now the Government are talking about making Pensioners pay for their T.V. licences. They always go after the most vulnerable Members of society. The aged, the poor The disabled. How do these bastards Sleep at night ? Since I had a major Stroke I am classified as disabled In the…

October 24, 1996 by Fred Shrum, III

There was a riot in the streets and it makes me sick While we’re proselytizing about unity We’re burning down our own community Car lurches forward and shots ring out Self defense the cops had no doubt But the citizens did not agree So they lit the fuse of anarchy I know that a riot…

2 Sonnets by Kristin Garth

    The Woods Have Teeth   Dangled beneath branch bowed, a bottom lip, perceived to be half of a smile, a child believes it for a while.  After arms rip the residents its foliage hides, wild   squalls, some shawled invalid saw (infants humans would claim, rename), remain untamed, same feral pets, a mansion…

2 Poems from Matthew Borczon

Stanley My grandfather used to say that when you die you are re- incarnated on another planet and  we used  to laugh  at this idea until years later when I read that physicists have the same theory provable by math and now I think that maybe the universe is not so complicated maybe all you…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…

Humidity by Ian Copestick

Earlier as I was walking, the air Was so thick it felt like trying to Breathe through a bandanna That had been soaked in warm Sweat. Someone else’s sweat At that. I was finding it difficult To  breathe. I was starting to Worry if I was going to have a Heart attack or another stroke….

Loved by Ian Copestick

Here I sit, alone downstairs in the dark. Anything to get away from that awful Belittling, humiliating voice. The One that belongs to the woman I have Loved for the last 16 years. It’s really Strange how quickly love can turn To hate. For so many years of my life I loved this woman, now…