Sporadic flashes of love and fury
churn charcoal through blood teared cloud.
I tread heavily the sands of madness,
laden in weight of a heavy heart
shackled to a fleeting soul.
I am singed in ash of your remnants,
pelting mercilessly from a dragon fire sky.
Jilted earth tears away
the seams of her missing half,
swallowing whole my shallowed breath,
spilling forth your ghost from tattered veins.
Starved blood stings colder than death.
Nicole Surginer is a poet from the small town of Bastrop,Texas. She is inspired to write through her obsession with nature’s enchantment, a fascination with expressing the power of love in a raw, intense form and finding beauty in the darkest places. She has been published in Tuck Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Indiana Voice Journal, Sick Lit Magazine, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, Oddball Magazine, The Song Is, Scarlett Leaf Review, with pending publications with Prachya Review and the anthology Dandelion in a vase of roses.
I don’t see why words
should always wait table
or go traipsing
off to the moon
to carry the day.
will bring home
the bacon and grant
the dog another
but only as long as
insanity hangs in the sky
and words that make
sense have gone home
to lay down and die.
• Biography: Richard Livermore was born in Sussex in 1944. He went to various boarding-schools and left at 15. He joined the Army, but was discharged 6 months later. He went from job to job and in 1974 to Newbattle Abbey College in Scotland. He has lived in Scotland ever since, except for 5 years in Spain. He has had numerous poems published in magazine and webzines in Britain and the USA, plus books by Lothlorien, Diehard and Chanticleer Press. He is presently retired.
Ideas are bricks
Sometimes they can be building blocks
At other times they can be thrown through windows
It just takes a moment to make well-structured societies fall apart
Sofia Kioroglou is a twice award-winning poet, journalist, writer and prolific blogger residing in Athens, Greece, with her husband Peter. Her work can be found in print and online, most recently in Galleon Literary Journal. To learn more about her work, visit: sofiakioroglou.wordpress.com
75 years ago today
Pearl Harbor was
We watched it on
the 6 o’clock news
marveling at the
accuracy of the
The future president
of one of the Toyota
subsidiaries was the
First Prisoner of War.
Hari kari was his goal
but his American captors,
who believe an embryo is
alive at conception,
and denounce euthanasia
treated him like dung.
Kazuo Sakamaki, strong
as ten thousand ships
was reunited with his
He remembered and
wept. Pledged peace
from now on.
Nothing could replace
the nine dead men
who perished on his watch
Their families grieve still.
When Sakamaki died at 81,
he was a man who studied war
Ruth Z. Deming has had her poetry published in lit mags including Literary Yard, River Poets, Blue Bonnet Review and JonahMagazine. She lives in Willow Grove, a suburb of Pennsylvania in the US of A.
The perfect hand,
raised in a gesture of despair,
is covering the eyes.
Margarita Serafimova has published one book of poetry, “Animals and Other Gods”, in the Bulgarian (Sofia University Press, 2016). Her second book, “Demons and World”, also in the Bulgarian, is forthcoming in April 2017 (Black Flamingo Publishing, Sofia). In English, pieces of Margarita’s have appeared in Outsider Poetry, Heavy Athletics, Anti-Heroin Chic, the Peacock Journal, Noble / Gas Quarterly, with others forthcoming in The Voices Project and Obra/ Artifact. Margarita is a human rights lawyer. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ MargaritaISerafimova/?ref= aymt_homepage_panel.
I met a man today who once was in love
with the one and now he’s not
with the one anymore but maybe
still in love
in love, who knows,
with love itself?
Loss takes a long time to vanish, he said
while our train was rushing under the ground.
We kissed, and amazed, I thought how easy it was
to kiss a stranger on the train, how true it felt
we both must have rushed through worlds unseen,
bygone worlds sometimes conjured up in exile
where parts of us lie buried deep, so deep
they may never be recovered. . .
Well, at least I know I was —
going back to 2046 while
moving past it . . .
because after all
I’m still in love
Julia Knobloch is a former journalist turned translator, project manager, and emerging poet. She occasionally blogs for ReformJudaism.org, and she was awarded the 2016 Poem of the Year prize from Brooklyn Poets for her poem Daylight Saving Time. Her poems are published or forthcoming in Green Mountains Review, Yes, Poetry Magazine, Luna Luna Magazine, in between hangovers, Your One Phone Call and are featured on Brooklyn Poets’ social media outlets.
History as she is harped, and the harpist
plucks at the coffee shop lobby
for the passers by, absorbs looks
like drainage of mental pus for the health
of our establishment—sweet History
declines our invitation to shop
and spins in place, harping vast strings
like a spider plucks its web in a dance
of many legs, taking care not to spill
coffee or disrupt shoppers, whirling
into the air, holding open a smile like
Samson cut his own hair and hope to
fail miserable at the pillars of
mercy; History lives for destruction, fire
and terror yet here dances like
Sugar Plum Fairy on the Twinkie Defense,
laughing through a spray of creamed
sugar and yellow sponge to get ‘em
up off the crapper and into the store,
laughing for olive oil, trinkets and twine,
Tiffany’s diamond lips pursing to
kiss another sweet old ass, marble
fingers clutch the dime, and harping
over to fly rock candy mountain
Jeff Bagato is a writer and electronic musician living near Washington, DC. Some of his poetry has appeared in Zoomoozophone Review, Otoliths, Clockwise Cat, Zombie Logic Review, Full of Crow, Exquisite Corpse, and Chiron Review. His most recent book of poems, Savage Magic, came out in early 2016. Other poetry books include And the Trillions and Spells of Coming Day. He has also published several science fiction novels, including The Toothpick Fairy, Computing Angels, and Dishwasher on Venus. A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found at http://jeffbagato.wordpress.com.