Poetry
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Crash-Testimony
by Daniel Romo Pastor Ruben said anything mentioned at our church men’s group is confidential and I admitted to those at my table that I don’t really like people and prefer to be alone, but I view this revelation as more broken fourth wall than promise. We bond over breakfast and the books of Colossians Continue reading
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Demolition or development
by D.S. Maolalai my lights are gone dark now.my days are less longas they bend into summer’sloose pantleg. this house points north,onto train tracks and across themto a disused and falling down fruit market,constantly on the verge of demolitionor development. I’ve been leavingthe lights off. daylight willget in some way. now flowers diein their pots. Continue reading
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Trastevere
by Nancy Byrne Iannucci He took me to Rome’s 13th rione.Wisteria extended its weathered armslike the candles that dripped onto my birthday cake.We walked and walked the ancient streetsin light, wine-blurry rain. Foggy questions mist-ified my mindas we sat to rest at Piazza Santa Maria.You should see it at night. Bellissimo.I spoke my Neapolitan Italianas Continue reading
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At the Window
by John Grey Persistent rain,I open the curtains,dunk my facein the streetlight’s perforated glow. This is the wayto infiltrate the outside,with my nose against glass,a yellow-eyed ghost reflection, and half a nugget for a chin. From without,I must look likesome crazed nighthawk,in indeterminate pajamas, and three gold bars for a face. I do nothing to Continue reading
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Two Poems by Elliott Schwebach
Colorado I am a toddler in the pharmacy aislelooking for my mother on the edge of composureI’m catching bees with my father and baby brother near City Park, I think could that have really happened? I know I’m searching for some matter of fact big enough to hold on to Upon My Earth your affection, Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 