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.”)”
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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”
Questions
Poetry by J. Marquez Jr. Darling… If I gave you a gun, would you shoot me?And if you shot me, where would you shoot me?Would you shoot my leg? Would you shoot my head?Would you want to see me injured or deadinstead? Darling… If I gave you an axe, would you kill me?Would you makeContinue reading “Questions”
A Long Walk
Poetry by Ralph La Rosa This winter night two fugitives from Jackson Prison rob his store out in suburbs where he lives, blind and bind him, knock him out, stuff him on their Dodge’s floor, and drive him north for Canada. They startle him awake before the border, yank him out, unblind his eyes. He’sContinue reading “A Long Walk”
Honor Thy Father
Poetry by Ralph La Rosa Ray’s father groaned: In the store, below the petty cash drawer. Bring it to me. Hurry. Before they all come home. Ray raced to the store and back— to lightning’s cracking thunder to hail stones pelting limbs of acorn-bleeding oak trees and shivering rooftop tiles. As green wood hissed inContinue reading “Honor Thy Father”
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”
Another
A Poem by Chris Bunton Another one is gone. A friend, family, a piece of my life and the fabric of the world; gone to where? They are dead before the time. Another one murdered by the party life. What is wrong with us? We give everything just to escape, and have that buzz.Continue reading “Another”
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”