Stefanie Bennett

      PSALM 72    Since we’ve ‘bitten The dust’ Our jaws have Grown The most Improbable Prose Garden.         Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel, & a libretto. Of mixed ancestry...

Maeve Henry

    Someone Else The quilt still smells of you, but your bedroom walls are pocked with blu-tack, football teams all gone. They say you crossed the border, walked into Syria. You will head home, I tell them. As you used to come back from parties, drunk on...

Lark Beltran

    Early Walk to Buy Bread Ficus trees line a long stone wall crisp on morning´s new page, in sunlight just sprung over the hill. Doves coo from the wires above a road all mine before the school cars´takeover. My steps, unhurried, follow as regular a...

A.J. Huffman

    The Stars are Watching I can feel the blind eyes of night burning this bed.  They believe I am as empty as the sheets that cover me.  Wrinkled and unmade, our communal flaws are amplified under night’s harsh light.  I glare back, spit my wishes in spite....