Foggy brick streets -red brick that is- dredged from the bottom of a murky river which has seen things sink other didn’t want to be seen, And who is she to tell […]
S&R Poetry: "A Break," by Hamish Mack
A Break by Hamish Mack We walk down to the estuary, raising clouds of insects, like smoke, with our feet. We look for clues, in the sky, or on the water as […]
S&R Poetry: "Cold War Lies," by Mark Todd
“We choose … to do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” – JFK’s moon speech, 1962 He snaps off the transistor voice, choosing the hard […]
S&R Poetry: Architeuthis, by MJ De Angelis
Architeuthis This song is not for the shivering sleepless child huddled in a cardboard box above a restless alley watching a smog-orange midnight sky through the rusted bars of a fire escape […]
S&R Poetry: "Marilyn Manson Talks About Lewis Carroll" by Ron Riekki
“Marilyn Manson Talks About Lewis Carroll” by Ron Riekki cobweb tattoo, alice is never described as a blonde, hair like a pet, nine light bulbs, eyes sent to jail, a recipe for […]
S&R Poetry: "Emma, Who Stabbed Her Right Eye" by John Grey
Emma, Who Stabbed Her Right Eye by John Grey They came for the sight in your right eye when the ones who could have protected you were busy elsewhere reading or watching […]
S&R Poetry: Wonderland, by JD Isip
Wonderland – Club 1350, Long Beach, California Tonight I want to go to hell, I want to know there are Hearts more rock than the granite in me. Down Anaheim Street, the […]
S&R Poetry: Five Poems by David Landrum
The Mathematics of Sin the time I did not turn the other cheek the time I fought an unjust war against a herd of vampire bats in suits and ties the time […]
S&R Poetry: "Thread Count," by Sara Backer
Thread Count by Sara Backer Global warming keeps them awake, sweating between hot cotton sheets, asking themselves have they turned off the heater, oven, iron, and coffee pot? Her hair spray and […]
S&R Poetry: Two poems by Rodney Nelson
Late Summer Up North by Rodney Nelson how much of today would you give to be on the mirador in Manzanillo again when it was only a rotting sloven port not the […]