Cocktails & Dreams, Baga, Goa

by Satya Dash quantum of pepper     in a Bloody Mary     so perfectequates tipsy to happy    rolling down my throatin jeeps of pinwheel candy    seducing stomachyou Sir be a fine mess     belly blushing a baby’s pinkmy frame a door    to seaweed pleasure     to impermanenceland of bones heaped on sour cream    a cathedral’s holyharmony of slow guzzling     throat raised     prostrateat gravity’s feet     Read More

How You Belong in the World

by James Diaz You can find lacewings on warm nightstaking away what we don’t wantfeeding on aphid honeydewmicroscopic antlions clearing the fieldslike mommas with bad brainstossing babies into dumpstersby the freeway at night but I wonder, in our kingdom,who gets to decide that sort of thingwho among us is wantedand who just gets tossed to the bottomof the satchel even if Read More

Animals

by Jerry K. Robbins What if animals can stand apartFrom themselves, circumspectEven the lowly skink,Look around themselves and reflect“What am I to think?” What if a horse’s plaintive neighIs his way of announcingThat life is more thanRunning in circlesAt the beck and call of man What if an elephant coming across bonesThat once were enfleshed and aliveSees that these bones Read More

In Heaven There Is No Beer

by Robert Beveridge I lit a smoke, leanedagainst the wall. Customerswould come, I knew,they always did. Secondhandvegetables are a specialtymarket, but a popular one. The demand for used Brusselssprouts is on the rise. The wanein popularity of the gently-readhabanero is cyclical; these thingscome back into fashion, as sureas people will always shell outfor onion in uniform cubes. The old joke Read More

Goodbye to This and That

by Constance Woodring I am old. Thank God. I will be dying soon. Thank God.I made shrimp cocktail this evening. The shrimp were frozen, cooked and in a bag marked:“no chemicals added.”As I write this poem, I still have a taste in my mouth. As if I made swimming pool water shrimp dip.I do not have children. I do not Read More

This Election

by Peggy Landsman The stress I feel from this electionaffects my mind and my midsection. I read the news as vivisectionand no disease escapes detection. There’s never been a worse selectionof demagogues, the Trump collection, for public office whose rejectionwe must vote for this election. Peggy Landsman is the author of a poetry chapbook, To-wit To-woo (Foothills Publishing). Her work Read More

Much Disregarded

by Rickey Rivers Jr. Depressing news, normalized. Can’t get away from, running like water in the brain, night thoughts. They run up the bill. Ironically I can’t pay them mind only attention. Sleep service is different from lip but leave a tip in my jar please. Help me with relief in form of speech and not pills. Trouble in the Read More

Your Hometown Is an Apocalypse

by Justin Karcher Buzzfeed tells methat the world is endingjust as it’s always beenand they’re probably right the night sky where I grew upalways felt like a run-on sentencetoo many dashed dreamscompeting for spacethey all blended togetheryou could never tell the narrativejust that it was a desperate onethe stars were apostrophes that didn’t really belongbut we put them in there Read More

Until They Are Well Done

by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain Everyone decomposes in the end,so you might as well turn yourself into a tree with leaves that will dropin different directions. Skinny, malformedbranches that will break. One dark redleaf might transform into a wing. Then you can fly to heaven orsome other skyward plaza.You can grow an above ground gardenbrimming with skyrocketing beeswho don’t Read More

To the doe, rotting

by Tianna G. Hansen your ribs are bare on your chest cavitywhere I imagine your heart was homed is that what the vultures consumed first?the vital organ that once pumped blood  through your leaping body, long legs kickup in joy, in life. you must not have seen  that death machine hurtling toward youbefore it was too late, and you became  Read More