by Patrick T. Reardon
Raise, all souls, a titanic howl.
Raise the brother’s scream,
a harmony of rage pain, infant pain,
by James Ekenstedt
Bold, bitter, balloons, and glitter –
floating hands, karaoke, and ten different
ways to be a sinner
by Edward Baranosky
In the dark corner of a bar,
a massive sailor kicks back alone
against a table; depth-charge in hand,
by Elly Katz
She shapes the letter into the shape of a conch
to listen into the ocean, its stuttering.
by Richard Stimac
The rising sun brings its own divine madness,
then bare trees, beheaded blooms, and sadness
by Walter Weinschenk
But I will scale to the very top,
Climb a trellis of blinking stars
And swim into the night.
by Cami Rumble
I crushed the creature that stung me,
from sleeve to grass
and, without thinking, shoe;