by Yuan Changming Along Dianchi Lake, China’s “sparkling pearlOf the highland,” I found myself lost in a mile-Long row of blue gum trees (introduced fromAustralia in 1896), each standing tall againstThe blue sky, ready to welcome seagulls re-Turning in thousands to flirt with the season What a striking contrast! – the trunk lookedDead, bards peeled […]
by Shon Mapp Imprisoned in terra cotta, I ama seed sown in a false garden.Surrounded by soil-muffledmurmurings of starved cotyledons,the worms register complaintsof cold sustenance. This sad womandoesn’t have the green thumblike her girlfriend. But, she tends usall the same, tries to germinatethe young, revive the old to their lushselves. She doesn’t understand how wecrave
by Darren C. Demaree Emily as We Shorten The Story Her body is a cliff.You have to believelife is mostly falling. Emily as Some Sort of Ruin I limp with Emily.I call it dancing.Call it dancing for me. Darren C. Demaree’s poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including Hotel Amerika,
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