A Capitalist Back to Nature

Dec 1, 2014

by Robert S. King
Here is the last forest that has never / heard the crisp snap of a dollar / or a siren louder than a crow. / Here the wind does not honor / the borders of a deed.

Five by Perchik

Nov 3, 2014

by Simon Perchik
This dirt still mimics sweat / lies down alongside, unsure / your lips would quiet it / though the finger that is familiar / probably is yours –could be enough

Letter to Francisco

Sep 25, 2014

by Mark Ramirez
I wonder what it feels like to die; to feel the rhythm of your body / fall to rest as you watch your final breath dissipate, / to speak only through dreams and the grainy film of memory.

Weeding

Aug 13, 2014

by Art Nahill
Kneeling amidst / the camellias, roses / culling the self / sown from the cultivated / the disdained / from the highly-regarded / I’m reminded / how circumstance / defines us

Red Apple

Jul 21, 2014

by Rustin Larson
I soak my sleeve in water just to foul things up a bit, / Create a small level of misery, to keep the defense / Honest.

Garden Constellations

Jul 8, 2014

by Amie Sharp
The yard looks still. / Winds riffle green-coin / leaves, slim white-preened bark.

The Hideaway Motel in Altoona, Pennsylvania

Jun 27, 2014

by Lauren Hall
Mrs. Norris begins the afterlife in room 3B, the wheels of an empty suitcase skittering behind her. She takes her crossword puzzle to a café and bides her time.

Five Poems

Jun 23, 2014

by Simon Perchik
Though it’s familiar this flower / doesn’t recognize the breeze / wriggling out the ground / as that distance without any footsteps

Threnody for Paul Morphy

May 7, 2014

by Brian Glaser
The flowers are everywhere, pungent and bright. / It could be autumn, eighteen-fifty-seven.