Raluca David

      Here is a cross You said you’d never die here.  Here are your Sundays watching your children’s birthdays  on your screen. Here are your winters crating up grocery trucks,  pineapples scratching rough skin. Here are your summers  slating the roofs...

Tony D’Arpino

      The Bee and the Lemon Tree like a lover the bee visits the tree every day on the window ledge the little tree is sky goddess the breeze speaks to the bee-wasp love circles in the air the hider in the lemon leaves a thought hums a tune scent dances...

Sam Szanto

      After a Stillbirth He had been told the trolley would be in the corridor at noon. He could get sandwiches. It was normally for mothers only but they’d make an exception. His wife won’t eat anything. He has to do something. He cannot sit and be...
Mark Wyatt

Mark Wyatt

  Mark Wyatt’s pattern poems have appeared in various journals including Cosmic Daffodil, Dust Poetry, Full House Literary, Ink Sweat and Tears, Journal of Mathematics and the Arts, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Osmosis, The Plentitudes, Radon Journal, Streetcake...