Detroit Apocalyptic By Devon Balwit

Detroit Apocalyptic By Devon Balwit

Come with me and tour the urban prairie—Detroit apocalyptic—no garbage pickup, street lights out, houses windowless, like refugees sagging shoulder   to shoulder behind wire. You can buy one if you wish, if you have vision, a couple thousand and…

Days of Heroes by Matthew Wilson

Days of Heroes by Matthew Wilson

At night I watch her dance, the sweet village girl, how she smiles and I would give my soul to have her smile at me, but she comes here for peace and quiet from her problems, this angel.   How…

Philadelphia by Timothy B. Dodd

Philadelphia by Timothy B. Dodd

I feel the concrete crack and break, a building bleeds on lotion and cappuccino handshakes. Soul-on-stilts   civilization lives over drained egret land, flowing dryly away to the sea on a bed of dead woodpeckers. And who decided   to…

Down by the Bay By Phil Huffy

Down by the Bay By Phil Huffy

An oyster from Chesapeake Bay was captured and carted away A kitchenhand shucked him then somebody sucked him In all, quite a horrible day   Phil Huffy is a repurposed lawyer from Rochester, New York.  He was formerly a hobbyist…

Dances with Weed Tree by Jill Clark

Dances with Weed Tree by Jill Clark

When spring arrives in Florida, no one safely traverses our back patio. Our camphor tree,  cinnamomum camphora, which provides plenteous shade from Florida’s searing summer wrath, nevertheless, turns on us. This tree is considered a weed in many southern states—invasive…

Busking by Luke Samra

Busking by Luke Samra

I slept with my guitar last night. It was the closest thing to you. Closed a cafe down In a sleepy town   I may be poor but I’m making tips and a half Leave them in my hat. 5…

Don't Miss It By Blake Garlock

Don’t Miss It By Blake Garlock

I crept south on Brush Mountain, sneaking over and under the encroaching laurel hoping to hit a clearing where I could sit and wait on a buck. After several hundred yards, I approached the edge of a south facing ridge…

Completely Dependent by Jeffrey Zable

Completely Dependent by Jeffrey Zable

On the streetcar heading downtown, a woman around my age is doting over a little boy who’s sitting in a stroller in front of her. “We’ll first go to ‘such and such’ a store and then we’ll go to ‘such…

Spring's Battle by Alison Cloonan

Spring’s Battle by Alison Cloonan

Spring has forced its way onto the earth, prying up the icy fingers of winter. The battle wages between bareness and new life, between seeds bursting open and late frost killing cold.  The flower bulbs orient their embryonic shoots from…

Road Trip by Devon Balwit

Road Trip by Devon Balwit

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order. Carl Jung Always blue highways intersecting like cracked pores, me driving blind. Segments go missing from the map, or the map goes missing, forgotten at a roadside…