By Meiling Cheng
Once upon a time, there were dinosaurs.
They roamed the Earth as giants. They
ate everything, from vegetations to
dragonflies, from gazelles to tigers, to mineral deposits in
hard rocks, to their own babies. They combated
each other for sports. They wrestled with the
pre-Olympian Titans. They threatened to
dinosaurize the million futures of
By Matt Travers and Manolis Kapazoglou
Matt Travers is a writer and translator based in Aarhus, Denmark, whose recent work can be found in 3:AM Magazine, Zarf Poetry, Overground Underground, Firmament, Asymptote and Tripwire Journal. He is currently working on the English translation of Søren Fauth’s ‘Moloch: The Story Of My Rage’.
By David Newkirk
the echoes reverberate
as they dream of dancing through the field
their bodies covered in flowers.
By Annette Gagliardi
We ate the last of the peanut
butter yesterday. I used up
the Almond milk on half-cup
of Harvest Bakery granola, which
wasn’t as good as I’d hoped
it would be, so, there won’t
be hot cocoa tomorrow,
or pancakes for that matter:
no eggs, no sugar, no batter mix.
By Leslie Timmins
there is a lining of care
a continuous red silk the colour of the mouths of young
ravens that blooms in knuckle belly throat and looks
nothing like the precious gems on the robes of
a goddess of mercy, but enfolds you
in the warmth of those holy arms
inside your own human own
By Pamela Galloway Dance the Zig-Zag As I walk narrow pathsI’ve acquired a new gesturesomewhat royal: my left hand raisedin a flat-palmed salute, not quite a wavelacking the twist at the wrist, not quitea full on Stop! But somewhere between,as I wonder, when another stroller approaches:will they zig, should I zag?And I swerve two metrestoContinue reading “Three Poems”
By Deeplakshmi Saikia
The films are not catching up with the times
Maybe they don’t want to
Or maybe they are all of the genre fantasy
Touching, kissing, hand holding,
Pulling, shoving, public gathering, yes
But no cleaning, washing, scrubbing
Of all surfaces and airs
By Sunita Sahoo
Fear of corona everywhere,
Those ICUs reek of helplessness and despair!
Inconsolable tears, irreplaceable losses,
Shortage of wood for burning those corpses!
Resistant mutant strains, death toll on high rise,
Families aghast at their loved ones sudden demise!
By Kathleen Janick
“Everything will be okay”
Whispers the rainbow-colored stone on the side of the trail
Others on a log, in the stream, over a bridge:
“Stay calm.” “Be a good neighbor.” “Feel.”
And painted in pink and yellow, placed conspicuously on a stump: “Unlearn.”
By Rachel Clyne
Sparrows are nesting in the firethorn,
a woman round the corner struggles
to breathe through scarred lungs.
After four weeks, she’s still grateful for her life.
Meanwhile, through the party wall,
next-door’s bedsprings crescendo
as procreation’s rhythm mounts.
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