What was it? Coonskin, wolf
or buffalo (with brain-pan
and horns), or a dewlap
flop of rabbit-skin, the ears
tied in a stone age bow
beneath a simian jaw?
Those bone-hard winters
had the hunters tugging tight
their skins and furs and
with the world beyond so cold
and wild, fire was conjured deep
inside the groins and gullies of
the family cave. Now we wear
cartwheels, space helmets,
baseball caps at daffy angles,
cheesecutters, county trim.
But when there’s a caustic wind
that carries flinty rain, we skim
the jaunty headgear back onto
its hook and reach down the
primal fur, the treated skins
and tug them round our faces,
peering into the peppery storm
like frightened prey.
Dick Jones has been published in a number of magazines, print and online, including Orbis, The Interpreter’s House, Poetry Ireland Review, Qarrtsiluni, Westwords, Mipoesias, Three Candles, Other Poetry, Rattlesnake and Ouroboros Review. In 2010 Dick received a Pushcart nomination for his poem Sea Of Stars and his first collection, Ancient Lights, is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com/ancient-lights.html) His translation of Blaise Cendrars’ influential epic poem ‘La Prose du Transsiberien…’ was published an illustrated collaborative edition with artist Natalie D’Arbeloff by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com/osp_book/trans-siberian-prosody-and-little-jeanne-from-france/) in 2014.
who will summon the beast Americana
a homeless woman with a loud voice
the hot dog man with a gun
a man knocking on the window
an untuned guitar
trembling with red
who will break the city open
and scream its name
which light is it
and which voice
who wrote the introduction
to the subway station
“you are now entering the subway station”
“this is your last life”
Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles. In this picture he is holding his tiny chapbook MARY, from Rinky Dink Press.
Do i have your back?
There are no better ways,
To retain water, on the back of crabs:
So, i am making signature, of your word.
Stay on, I know you did say,
There is no giving up just yet.
I know I am somehow – a catastrophe.
Knowing how to fry an arse,
Put’s one over the burners.
At least, that’s one crazy way
To be mauled, after a graceless fall.
So, it’s been time, for a pound of flesh.
Eddie Awusi is a Nigerian writer of Isoko extraction.
He graduated from the prestigious Delta state university,
Abraka in 2007, where, he got a Bachelor of Arts degree
in English and Literature. He has been published in Dissident
Voice, The Australian Times, Tuck Magazine and other
numerous magazines and anthologies. The pen and paper;
are his playmates.
lit, this cerebral water runs as fast as a one-night stand,
as quick as champignons popping out of my other brain,
the country of scientific soup I always want served
warm in my study while reading my 4-year old, newly
discovered piscine knowledge of statuesque catatonia,
such perfect softness I cannot hide from the world.
Secrets? They’re meant to catch the same rain flooding
the head, but not the heart overflowing with lyrical measure
poised between the pulsing night and fishing—
which is a heavenly option for both relationships
and creativity starting to set fire at four in the morning.
By creativity I mean I have never gone fishing
on that left brain pond by the hairy woods; I go hunting
perhaps chasing a numero uno animal counted out
and beaten down by the human mind’s logic,
a calculation of some sort, as if a wrestler smartly tapping
out to save ideas swimming through my right brain lake.
Lawdenmarc Decamora is a graduate student of literary and cultural studies at the Ateneo de Manila University (ADMU). He holds an MFA in creative writing and has been a fellow of prestigious regional and national creative writing and criticism workshops in the Philippines. His poems and short stories were published in Mad Swirl, TAYO Literary Magazine of California (Issue 5), WE ARE A WEBSITE Literary & Art Journal of Singapore, Cruising Magazine of Manila Bulletin, To Voice My Own, Paper Monster Press, and BUKAMBIBIG Issue One: “Crowds”, among others. His long poem “Dude” is forthcoming in the winter 2017 issue of TAYO. He also has presented papers in international and national conferences. He is currently a faculty member and a research fellow of the oldest existing university in Asia, the University of Santo Tomas (UST).
trouble is a meteor shower
it belongs in distance
how it travels so hard
to leave, mobile light
generator, and you
haven’t even told me
your name yet,
yet you are here
a meteor shower
generating, full of
dismay and warmth
and a power saw.
Thomas Fucaloro is an NYC poet. He has 2 books out by three rooms press, his latest one, “It Starts from the Belly and Blooms” has received rave reviews. He has graduated with an MFA at the New School for Creative Writing. He has been on 5 national slam teams. He is a co-founding editor of Great Weather for Media and NYSAI press. He is a writing coordinator at the Harlem Children’s Zone. He just recently won a performance grant from the Staten Island Council of the Arts and the NYC Dept. of Cultural Affairs.
She took hours
to gather herself
for the wedding;
infused a bottle
of L’Oreal Paris to rinse
away the gray
and curling her now
jet black hair;
pencilled in some eye liner,
applied carefully measured
brushstrokes of concealer & blush,
before completing the ritual
with watermelon pink lipstick
sealed in wet-n-wild lip gloss.
And even though
she is fully aware
of my preference
for au naturel.
she asked how she looked.
just like always.
You look beautiful.”
Ben Rasnic is originally from Jonesville, Va (population <1000). His published poetry collections include: “Artifacts and Legends”, “Puppet”, “The Eleventh Month” and “Synchronicity”.
waterfall mist sprays
solar rainbow mirrors
pure uber love
Gregg Dotoli lives in New York City area and has studied English at Seton Hall University. He works as a white hat hacker, but his first love is the arts. His poems have been published in, Quail Bell Magazine, The Four Quarters Magazine, Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Halcyon Magazine, Allegro Magazine, the Mad Swirl, Voices Project, Writing Raw and Down in the Dirt.