Holly Day: “Poise”


She walked away from the room numb
oblivious to the days that would come after, there would be consequences
to letting them touch her, she
there would be some. There would be

voices in the dark for years, flashbacks of hands
the sink of dread at the click of a door latched shut
sleepless nights. If I could have been there
I could have told her that even this all goes away

tell her about the better men she would meet
the children she would have, the way her husband would
hold her in his arms while they slept
years into their marriage. I would tell her

not to worry, not to regret
the singular, awfulness of that one short afternoon
that all roads, for her
would still lead to perfection.



Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Asimov’s Science Fiction, Grain, and Harvard Review. Her newest poetry collections are In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press),  A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing), Into the Cracks (Golden Antelope Press), and Cross Referencing a Book of Summer (Silver Bow Publishing), while her newest nonfiction books are Music Theory for Dummies and Tattoo FAQ.

Jeff Burt: “Bakersfield”


Stuck outside of Bakersfield at a truck stop
at night with the temperature at ninety-nine
with a few coins and a broken credit card
facing into the wind because turning my back
made my shirt like a sail, the smell of parched earth
and sere grass so strong I fought even the thought
of a match and words like ignition, passion, or strike,
saw a snake come to the asphalt on the dark side
of the lamppost, stretching as if to cool, and a crow
that landed a few feet away spreading its wings
for a brief moment of air conditioning.

I tried to sleep standing, waiting for morning
and Shell to authorize my card, but when dawn came
found myself sprawled on the pavement
like a drunk or a victim of a drive-by,
snake missing, crow coming closer,
more beginning to land.


Jeff Burt lives in California with his wife amid the redwoods. He works in mental health. He has work in ucity, Eclectica, Rabid Oak, and Williwaw Journal. He was the featured 2015 summer issue poet of Clerestory, and won the 2019 Heart poetry prize.

Barry Green: “The Last Church”

The Last Church
A radio playing loud then soft
_____allegro melting to adagio
__________as its batteries wither

as particulate clouds redden
_____when the evening comes seeking a shadow
__________under yellowed leaves

as smoke rises over what once
_____were glowing coals
__________before the rain fell

as a bard recites poetry from the pulpit
_____and lovers leave their graves
__________to be buried in pews.

Toll the bell in the steeple.
_____Man has lived his day
__________and the sun sets.


Barry Green is retired and lives in Ashland, Virginia. He had a number of poems published in the 1970s, ceased writing for 40 years, and is now back at it.


Maureen Sherbondy: “The Argument”

The Argument

Let’s have an argument,
embellish our stances
with golden tongues and defiance.

Climb up the tattered fence
of history and say trite phases
like the truth of the matter is.

Make reference to statistics
and research-driven articles
from academic journals and the Times.

This is the same game we once played
at recess. Go ahead, jump over

two ropes swinging in opposition
until you trip over your own feet.



Maureen Sherbondy’s poems have appeared in The Oakland Review, Prelude, Calyx, and other journals. Her forthcoming book is Dancing with Dali (February, 2020—FutureCycle Press). Lucky Brilliant, her first young adult novel, will be published in September, 2020. Maureen lives in Durham, NC. www.maureensherbondy.com

Karl Miller: “Overpass”


Karl Miller‘s writing has appeared in numerous periodicals, including RE:AL, Portland Review, and Cold Mountain Review. His play, A Night in Ruins, was produced Off Off Broadway in 2013; “Elena,” a novelette, was published in 2018. A 2016 Best of the Net nominee, Miller lives in Coral Springs, FL.


Geoffrey Miller: “a typhoon in April”

a Typhoon in April

The scent of a foreigner’s potpourri decorates the young dolls whose excessively tattoo shoes mark them as impossible housewives. These grateful and guilty onyx tinted officers of excess melt inside a conclusion of access to modern prescriptions and jealousies.

_____Their hostess, Yui, suspects the compulsory motives of beauty, lust and job – scabs from lost letters now burrowed epidermal deep by half-eaten loves. “Everybody is a mistake, a victim, a ghost but with us girls a suspect is underground.”

_____Warm tea melts the bias patterned dream of a Sunday in Yokohama, “No, it won’t stop, inconsistencies, after-parties, vacations.”

_____Relaxed and excessive, Miyumi’s dangerous tears collapse a second wall and the whole peeks at rope persuasions and disproportionate motives of struggle and compulsive trust in a remodelled kitchen house.

_____Yui’s clothes scream future but are jaundiced by art, “Quit watching and arrange a mistake.”

_____Miyumi mulls access to a horrible act, a goblin of a storm that lashes to rip, to lacerate and to expel the second suspect in her house.

_____Somebody gratefully lassos her fancy, “No one loves the job of an immigrant harp.”


By early morning Geoffrey Miller is a writer of flash and science fiction, some of which has appeared in Crack the Spine, Midway Journal, and the Ilanot Review. By night he is the editor of NUNUM and a very slow jogger.

Marjorie Sadin: “An Apology”

An Apology

I am sorry we argued.
We mime our morning ritual
of coffee, burnt toast and honey.
I don’t want to leave like this.

When I return,
you grip me like a glass of Beaujolais
that could slip through your hands.
You get drunk on me.


Marjorie Sadin is a nationally published poet with poems in such magazines as The Little Magazine, Blaze Vox, Big Windows Review, and the Jewish Women’s Literary Annual.  She has five books of poems in print including a chapbook, The Cliff Edge, and a full- length book, Vision of Lucha about struggle and survival, love, death, and family. Recently, Marjorie published a new chapbook, Struck by Love.  She lives and reads her poetry in the Washington DC area.