For Soraya (From “The Stoning of Soraya M.”)

Poetry by Shontay Luna By the time she realized who her husband was, it was too late. Maybe they loved each other though, in the beginning. But now, whispered lies disguised as truthful rumors are the soundtrack of the town’s daily activities. Scandals the audible snacks gossip mongers feed on. Who needs food with soContinue reading “For Soraya (From “The Stoning of Soraya M.”)”

The Song Of Vulcan

Poetry by J. Marquez Jr. she strutted into Jove’s house immersed in feline finesseher bare paper skin, a sketch pad for the tattoos of promiscuitybreasts plump; a volcanic threat; an effusion of Nectarthe embers of Ambrosia; a smoldering coal between her legsand camouflaged amid the shadows of the wonders of an architectural handthe maker ofContinue reading “The Song Of Vulcan”

Happy Holidays

Poetry by J. Marquez Jr. The cassette labeled, “Mixed Oldies” plays Hey! Love by The Delfonics. The Kenwood Pullout generates 1.5K watts of sound in a game of Hot Potato. “And, Alpine Amp, now you’ve got it!” “No I don’t. The Alpine Equalizer has it!” “Hot potato! Hot potato! Kenwood Speakers. Ha! You lose!” TwoContinue reading “Happy Holidays”

His Funeral

Poetry by Ralph La Rosa Leaning close, Frank whispers urgently,“You shoulda wore a black suit, this’s navy,”not the first to remind Vic as old guys squeezehis hand until it hurts. Black suits and ties. Frank hangs on tight, face angry, sad and sorry:“Your dad’s partner, Tony, he’s insulting him.”Vic had quit the seminary, assured hisContinue reading “His Funeral”

The Ride

Crime Poetry By Hillary Lyon conversation traveled alongthe Möbius strip of her mindshe took the sharp curves     fastwith no seat belts or air bags you unlocked the glove-box of her heartfound it stuffed with crayon scrawled mapscandy wrappers      six shinybullets and a warm pistol red and blue lights     flashedin the mirror of her mouthtoss careContinue reading “The Ride”

Peace Profit

by Jimmy Boom Semtex Peace Profit Made in a country near you Things to do a job What type of job? To heal to kill to create to destroy All in the ACME factory Ready steady go get to work! Fulfill your shift Do your quota Finish the order yesterday There’s much work to beContinue reading “Peace Profit”