Blind in Whip Wind

Adam Day


Sleeping on Meserole
out in the rain. Ground
talks. Different time
experience. Shake
the gutter and pull
a dollar out. Kids watching,
torching boredom.


Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf (LSU Press, 2020) and Model of a City in Civil War (Sarabande Books). He was received a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Badger, Apocrypha, and a PEN Award. He is the editor of the forthcoming anthology, Divine Orphans of the Poetic Project (1913 Press), and his work has appeared in the APR, Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, Volt, Kenyon Review, Iowa Review, and elsewhere. He is the publisher of Action, Spectacle.

Monika

Michael McGill


Monika says

it succinctly:
“You end 
up lonely

or trapped.”


Michael McGill is a poet from Edinburgh, Scotland who has recently been published in Lunate, 433, Dream Journal, Lucky Pierre, Stone of Madness Press, Dreams Walking, Milly Magazine, Versification, The Daily Drunk, Rejection Letters, FEED, 24 Unread Messages, The Cabinet of Heed and detritus. His overheard comments and photopoems also regularly appear on Twitter (@MMcGill09) and Instagram (@michael7209).

Fracture

Philip Berry



Philip Berry‘s poems have appeared in Black Bough Poetry, Lucent Dreaming, Poetry Birmingham and Lunate Fiction. He is a hospital doctor working in London. You can see more of his work on his website or on Twitter (@philaberry).

Broken Pieces of the Truth

Yuu Ikeda


The truth was burnt,
became ashes,
and they were scattered in the wind.

Nobody knows where the ashes go.

Someday,
broken pieces of the truth will rot on the ground.

Although the sky is clear and blue, and there are no shadows of clouds,
ashes of the truth that cloud the ground
are wandering slowly and secretly.


Yuu Ikeda is Japanese. Her poem ‘Sinful Silhouette’ was published in the online journal Rigorous. Read more of her poetry on her website.

A toast

DS Maolalai


fallon sends a message;
he can’t make it 
out tonight. 
he’s somehow  
snagged an interview;  
must keep his head  
on tight. I tell him 
that’s ok,  
and that we’ll raise one 
in his honour. drink a toast 
with bats 
to fruiting trees 
of opportunity.


DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and four times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019).

Two Poems

Kim Michalak


Dead Upon Arrival

I awoke from visions of birthing
            two virile green snakes from my chest
            just beneath the right collarbone,
            the third left decaying inside me
Triplets of time: past, present, &
            future dead upon arrival


What the Flowers Know

The scent of lilies followed us
home from the hospital in a swollen
blue vase deemed appropriate
to welcome our little boy.
Dead center of the dining table,
they filled our modest rental
with a memorial smell,
lingering whisper of death.
Four times a night I closed my eyes
to flashes of my baby asphyxiating —
(SIDS a looming reaper)
& each time I awoke to hungry cries
their scent reminded me
I have no idea how to keep my boy alive.


Kim Michalak is a Florida-based poet, mother, and optical stylist. She received an MFA in Creative Writing from Chatham University and serves as an associate poetry editor for The Fourth River. Her works can be found in Brushing, Rose Red Review, and Snapdragon: A Journal of Art & Healing

Labyrinth

Jeff Burt


I prefer to slip back through the ear,
ignoring the common portal of throat,

sliding past the anvil, hammer, and stirrup
so quietly I cannot hear myself come in,

though often I am caught repeating
the echoing walls of the heart.


Jeff Burt lives in California and works in mental health. He has contributed to Tar River Poetry, Sheila-Na-Gig, and Williwaw Journal.

The Goodnight Kiss

Tabbytha Spyrison


And I would beg forgiveness,
though you have little left to give.
Instead,

my bloodstained bones will bend
a mist of midnight air
to crown your forehead.


Tabbytha Spyrison is an aspiring student writer, enrolled at Warren Wilson College. Her poetry has been published in her high school literary magazine and she has a short story in the WWC Literary journal.  

At Confucius’ Resting Place

John Tustin


The ivy or whatever it is
Comes right up from the grassy earth
Like a great octopus’ tentacles
Gripping the deck of a flailing ship
And slowly covers the stone animals
That solemnly stand along the path
Leading to the place where
The dirt now covers Confucius.

The ram and the horse and the tiger
Do not fall.
Neither does Confucius
Rise.


John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. See a full list of his published poetry online on his website.

Two Poems

Ben Keatinge


Saint Atanas Cave Church, Kališta

Your crypt of rock is hidden
your stone is scotched with lesions,
candles drip below disfigured saints,
your script I cannot read.
I stoop in the cool air
clean as bone, smooth as the lake outside.


Memorial Ossuary, Veles

For lack of air the damp creeps
the walls give way to bones beneath.


Ben Keatinge is a Visiting Research Fellow at the School of English, Trinity College Dublin. His poems have been published in The Stony Thursday BookOrbisEborakonThe Galway ReviewAgenda, Cassandra VoicesFlare and in Writing Home: The ‘New Irish’ Poets (Dedalus Press, 2019). He taught English literature for nine years at South East European University, North Macedonia and he has travelled widely in the Balkans. He is the editor of Making Integral: Critical Essays on Richard Murphy (Cork University Press, 2019).