Author: Lion and Lilac
Two Poems|Stephen House
built to offer wherever i stop my wandering to stay for a stint in another place be it new room or share house caravan park or tent site or in the bush alone away from others whatever country i’m currently in i create a sort of shrine or altar outside my inside sleeping spot […]
The Root|Michael Taiwo Oloyede|Poetry
I prop myself against the wall of history, trailing ancestral marks on the tongue of the lost sons of a besieged soil. I rap the brazen knocker into the good book of contemptuous strangers; bearing corns of friendship as I covet the crumbs in their wrinkled palms with gracious eyes. I splurged the ashes […]
The Walk |Mike L. Nichols |Fiction
That September our plow horse lay down and her gut twisted and she died. So when Caroline, my little angel, took sick there was nothing for it but to walk to Pashto for medicine. Though it was near November there was hardly any snow yet, but Molly knew that there soon would be, and so […]
Three Poems|Michele Mekel
Alluvium Salt-laden, that sediment, it sinks in— embedding itself deep within our psyches. Like grains of sand or glitter, there’s just no getting it all out. Six months later, an inevitable granule makes itself known in the weave of your black pants worn to your niece’s princess-themed party last spring—was it?— or rubbed […]
Four Poems|Strider Marcus Jones
NOTES ON SCRAPS OF SCREEN PAPYRUS notes on scraps of screen papyrus, symbol songs of our belongs- inspire us in the coffee smokes of day where the fire was in humid heats ash tray- inside us far away. the new consensus doesn’t show nomads in the census of its blow whose glow glad the […]
The Bear in the Tree |Kelly Hegi |Poetry
Waiting for our pizza The news travels quickly There’s a bear in a tree in the park It’s treated as everyday news Normal – pass me the hot peppers Again, and again the news circulates as we eat Can I get another napkin? There’s a bear in the tree at the park 2 […]
Fragile|Jude Brigley |Fiction
My mother is talking to ghosts of her past. She says she has just heard the news that her uncle has died. She calls me to come quickly and I stumble from the couch in the next room, worried out of half-sleep, to find her stark upright in the reclining chair that she refuses to […]
Three Poems|Jovan Shadd
almonds Not that you are an almond but I would eat you whole with the passion of Neruda. I am starving, I am thirsting – you are rain and crop, let me harvest you in every season, let our union feed a village. I would lick the sun from your skin as the bee does […]
Four Poems|Jennifer MacBain-Stephens
The Same Dark from one end of the world to the other the same story told at midnight fists on cheeks It’s hard on soft Hey baby twelve hours until blue eyes This is a found poem. Text from Rice, Anne. Exit to Eden. New […]
Four Poems|Dee Allen
SAMARITAN Anyone else Would’ve left that Far Right Reactionary sprawled on the concrete To bleed out, suffer in his Paroxysms of serious hurt, receive Disaster of the steel-toed kind. But not you. The Good Samaritan Reflex kicked in, Wouldn’t let you Abandon someone in need of help. Distinctions such as “Friend” […]