A WIND MACHINE FOR ORANGES UP NORTH
When asked about
the last orange grove in Orange County –
++++++I am at a loss.
Continue reading Two Poems by Karen An-hwei Lee
In the dark times, will there also be singing?
Yes. There will also be singing. About the dark times. – Bertolt Brecht
You’ve been thinking about the gold rim
of a priest’s robe, a glimpse of light caught
while turning the pages of a book
about ancient Egypt.
You’ve been traveling with a headlight
in the backyards and bedrooms
of a sunken city, somewhere
near the center of the Mediterranean sea.
Continue reading Song by Marine Cornuet
chalk dust subsumes
into the board, a shared
our fingertips circling
Chance Austin-Brecher is a San Diego based poet born in Redlands, California.
In school we learnt the story of Samson
and I imagined him,
strange, blind hands pinning him to his chair
as locks of hair drifted down around his shoulders
like snow. Continue reading Queer by Olive Fitzgerald
More Sacred than Candles a man’s tallow burns low and long
not at all like a movie, slower. Continue reading Bee Man by TJ Reynolds
Why are you always the first to flower? Did the gods
send you to blaze the trail for others
to follow? Continue reading Violet Iris by Denton Loving
Among the few able to leave of their
own accord, Mable, who drove a Cadillac
Deville, mistook the gas pedal for the brake Continue reading Yield by Matthew Chronister
The mirror speaks her financial advisor,
invest in the stocks and bonds
of the soft skin on her arms, Continue reading Take All But Me by Chelsea Rawlings