Poetry

“Mermaid,” by Neil Fulwood

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

First time I saw you, I was at the wheel
of a powerboat, bone-rattle slamming
over the roiling waves. I was decked out
in rubber suit, goggles, breathing
apparatus. The full man-of-action kit.
I was pumped up, ready to dive, emerge,
scramble over rocks, haul myself
through crevices and up gradients,
basically the whole Milk Tray scenario.



Two Poems by Kara Richter

Aug 20th, 2021 | By

Let my grants be bountiful,
And my meal plan be plenty.
Let my boxed wine runneth over.



“I Am Bryan From Work And This Is Just To Say,” by Sophie Panzer

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

I have taken the credit
for the idea
you had
in the meeting

and which you
were probably
hoping
would get you promoted



“Darwin’s Prophet,” by James W. Reynolds

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

Is this a fist I see which approaches my face
with steroid-assisted velocity?
Or is this a fist of the mind, an immaculate conception,
gestating in a beer-soaked brain?



“Where Sperm Come From,” by Barbara Daniels

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

They spurt right out of the brain. That’s
why Athena leapt from her father’s head,
clothed, armed. Somebody had to axe