Brad Rose

The Nature of Inebriation

Three o’clock in the morning,
I wake up
and hear the rain
giddy drunk,
falling all over
itself
barely able to hit the roof
in three or four tries,
but still persists
in its
dizzy,
wasted,
plunge.


Brad Rose‘s website is www.bradrosepoetry.com.


 

Elizabeth Alford

Meteor Highway, Just Off 180

Sometimes
when all is dark
and the night is long
and lonely,
I stare up and wish
on the biggest,
brightest star:
that it might shine on
when I am gone —
that it might
one day tell you
wink by wink
all those words
I never said.


Elizabeth Alford (Hayward, CA) writes poetry on her cell phone when she’s not selling you secondhand merchendise. Facebook.com/ElizabethAlfordPoetry

Steve Klepetar

Broken Lamp

Last night
we broke
the lamp

but when
I woke
you were
still asleep

your lovely
face in
shadow, so

I watched
a while,
marveling at
your quiet

breaths, the
streaming of
your hair.


There is no video of Steve Klepetar dancing in college.


 

Sandra S. McRae

Timing

Just as I pull into my mother’s driveway
and step out of the car,
hundreds of wild geese
fly by overhead,
laboring the air,
honking and squalling,
announcing my place
in the family of things.


Sandra S. McRae cannot get enough of life’s sweet, tender moments (www.WordsRunTogether.com).


 

Shloka Shankar

2 erasures

distance (n.)

Distance is
a thousand years
hardened with molasses,
carved from the laws
of physics.

 

Source: An erasure culled out from Chapter 7, p. 65 of Beneath the Sugar Sky by Seanan McGuire.

 


to unfasten (v.)

We unfasten
a bit of sense,
inaudible
to the wise.

Source: An erasure culled out from Chapter 4, p. 31 of Beneath the Sugar Sky by Seanan McGuire.


Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer and visual artist from Bangalore, India, who edits the literary & arts journal Sonic Boom, as well as its affiliated press, Yavanika.


 

 

Shloka Shankar

2 erasures

spurt (n.)

The best idea
is a spurt,

enough to consume
clouds
large and swift.

Source: An erasure culled out from Chapter 2, p. 19 of Beneath the Sugar Sky by Seanan McGuire.

 

to believe (v.) 

Believe in the fallen,
insulated against
the whirlpool  
of belonging.

Source: An erasure culled out from Chapter 1, p. 14 of Beneath the Sugar Sky by Seanan McGuire.


Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer and visual artist from Bangalore, India, who edits the literary & arts journal Sonic Boom, as well as its affiliated press, Yavanika.


 

 

Peter Venable

3 poems

 

Sun Spill

Threads of light hang from cloud skirts,
dabbing beach streets with swabs of steam.


On a pier

an octogenarian kneads sunscreen
into knotted cypress knees.


I Hitchhiked

by an interstate bridge
knee-deep in retreads.


Peter Venable is serving a life sentence, condemned to compose verse.


 

Ryan Michael Kershaw

Chinese Finger Trap

I want to make
it clear that
this is not
a metaphor
for anything:

I’ve got both
my index
fingers stuck
in this Chinese
Finger Trap
and feel I will
never escape.


Ryan Michael Kershaw prefers you do the dishes right after you eat.