TERSE VERSE Black Man Snuff Porn by Killah Shark, Regular Contributor Karen called the police In The Ramble I’m going …
Rx Poetry | Ultraviolet Light, by Elaine Nussbaum
Ultraviolet Light by Elaine Nussbaum Lilac blossoms begin as purple pearls and wisteria as fuzzy caterpillar-like blossoms. It’s not …
| TERSE VERSE | The Wizard In The Mob
The Wizard In The Mob
by Killah Shark, Regular Contributor
Sometimes in your studio loft
In the sunny Republic of Santa Monica
After you have rolled a rillo jailhouse
Y/Our Beloved Community
Y/our Beloved Community
by Hokis, Senior Editor
It is not the ink
that saved my life-
nor ours.
The ink revealed
revels now
suicide by cop
suicide by copy by ML Woldman, Regular Contributor The idea that somebody Can commit suicide By somebody else murdering …
Speak for the Tree | Acacia, by Diana Radovan
Acacia
by Diana Radovan, Regular Contributor
I would watch her from outside, the little girl
Who’d come to the window each night,
Tell me goodnight stories
And eat my blooms.
Tayata Om Bekanze Bekanze Maha Bekanze Radza Samudgate Soha
by James Schwarts, Regular Contributor
Chant of the Medicine Buddha, Pacific surf,
The antidote to the Three Poisons: hatred, ignorance, attachment,
Review | Fetch The Fiona Apple Cutter!
Fetch The Fiona Apple Cutter!
(A review of Fiona Apple’s latest album Fetch The Bolt Cutters)
by Carlo Rey Lacsamana
Fiona Apple’s feat in her latest album Fetch The Bolt Cutters is a return to the subtleties and the artistic seriousness involved in songwriting and music-making in a time when music is ruthlessly defined by social media pomp and pageantry and of ostentatious
REST w/ Poetry & Sounds | Northwest Postcard
Northwest Postcard
by James Schwartz, Regular Contributor
Mist in Olympia
Clouds are drifting in
From the Pacific
Down Mount Rainier
Diana Radovan
Diana Radovan Ph.D. ELS is a multigenre, Romanian-born writer (of poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction, and hybrid forms) and teacher of …
Rx Poetry | SKIN, by DIANA RADOVAN
SKIN
by Diana Radovan, Regular Contributor
I shed layers of skin like the green snake I see
In the morning grass of the castle gardens.
