by Byron Bixler From the April 2015 Issue Watch her as she walks. Golden hair and knee-high dress A creature of great beauty. Quiet, docile, so withdrawn What harm could she pose? Her eyes are down, but yours pursue. Creeping slowly, lingering, a sudden impulse rises. Calling out, whistling, perhaps a stolen kiss? A penetration, … Continue reading
by Rebecca Dutsar From the April 2015 Issue They told us that you left much laughter behind, but this morning, it was difficult to fish through my closet, stumbling across the belts and neck ties, searching for an outfit to wear to my same old desk job. Instead, I did not wear one at all … Continue reading
by Eli Hayes From the April 2015 Issue The old, crumbling building you see is a ghost’s garden And as if inside a labyrinth, they chase, they wander Death sparkles amidst flakes of hovering light From black to white, the old poets hold their stone Lonely, desolate, private, slow and still From one to the … Continue reading
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