Over the years, Nick Prolix has written under different names in diverse small press and samizdat publications. Cartoonist, critic and poetic non-conformist, he is trying to find his way towards …
Weekly Feature | Darkness, a poem by Tom Barlow
After Byron In 1816, the year without a summer, volcano dust strangled the world. Red snow in June, crops all …
Rx Poetry | Liminal, a poem by Beth Brooke
There is a moment that waits between then and now, between now and hereafter; a space where everything and nothing …
Rx Poetry | Our Collective Deaths a Whisper, a poem by Richard LeDue
Two hundred people died the other day from virus, but snow still tiptoes here: winter tires keeping us steady on …
Rx Poetry | Pi Day, a poem by Kim Kishbaugh
The national emergency was declared one day
before Pi Day.
Grocery shelves emptied
of disinfectant, bleach, diapers, tissue and towels,
rice, beans, pasta, frozen vegetables, broth,
sugar and shortening, lard.
The next day we woke early,
Rx Poetry | Grief in the time of virus (a meditation)
As I write these words the sky outside the window is overcast it looks bitter and hard like concrete. The …
Terse Verse | Wildflower, by Killah Shark
Early Sunday morning the sun not up yet got Miles Davis Sketches of Spain on making a caramel mocha latte …
In Vino, Veritas
In vino, veritas Of vino, demi-tasse. With vino, stomach pain. More vino? Danke schoen. With vino, I’m a queen! …
Blisters in Breath Pockets
It is with a jagged knee I crawl to a cut of sky on the horizon Burning museums in black …
Venus of Willendorf
Stanza One: A baby’s belly We blow “soap bubbles”on pink flesh and folds. They laugh.Baby smiles, gripsa finger. Stanza …
