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  • Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor

    Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor

      Here there is no island dream. There is the water and the beast Who follows me beneath. Beast Colossus, the one who does not Sleep but lives beyond me. Disperse like the snowdrift clouds. Silent like the long worn face disenchant in the stars. Undying like the lie spoke before me.   Two holes…

  • Cast this air into the night…by G. Mramor

    Cast this air into the night…by G. Mramor

      Cast this air into the night. Author these words for the wind. Dream the dying dream. Fore there is no war made with wind. There is only this.   Red knuckles biting with hoar. Thumbs dicking raw scabs. Pink hands peeling from the web. Fore the rose light soars this dreamflight. But no war…

  • Homefree…by G. Mramor

    Homefree…by G. Mramor

    I. Got drunk in the citysludge tonight. Ran the pockets lined with dough. Struck a poorman to his death and salvation. Regret the cigarette lost to a poker. Remember always that summer in november. Bronze days without remorse. Ugly throats for the hugging. Pruning babes for the sucking. Limp bodies for the fucking. Gather with…

  • Snowblind…by G. Mramor

    Snowblind…by G. Mramor

    Burning snow and cold hands Black the dress wrinkled white Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes Snowblind the dreams hanging from the widow tree. Snowblind the naked doll bending down a wrinkled star. Snowblind the toy soldiers in the smoke of dreams. Snowblind falling this ruin the river runs in me. Somewhere snowblind my father sits…

  • A Selection of Works by Joanne K. Cheung

    A Selection of Works by Joanne K. Cheung

    Joanne lives and works in Brooklyn. ***   To see more of Joanne’s work, visit her website: http://www.joannekcheung.com/      

  • Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

    Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

    Because I was there for the parting of the lakes and I saw the sun swallowed up by a whale and yet I stood transfixed as fires from sunset ran into houses dorming families thrown together in stitches from the war’s end and I watched muted as trees bludgeoned the ends of houses till they…

  • “Headless” by Jim Meirose & Artwork by Sophie Filomena

    “Headless” by Jim Meirose & Artwork by Sophie Filomena

    Jim Meirose has work in numerous journals, including the Fiddlehead, Witness, Alaska Quarterly review, and Xavier Review, and has been nominated for several awards. Two collections of his short work have been published and his novels are available from Amazon. Headless  Cool and dry smelling room next to the altar. It held statues—all kinds; big, little, and in between.…

  • When the sky is no longer a safe place…by G. Mramor

    When the sky is no longer a safe place…by G. Mramor

    When the sky is no longer a safe place the chest of light shall close upon widows like sodding bones wailing on the quai to explosions of feathers like the wet petals of carnations into the sound of the oily sea falling grace stones and fate for a sin you do not even know and…

  • People of the Early 21st Century: A Selection of Photographs by M. Pitter

    People of the Early 21st Century: A Selection of Photographs by M. Pitter