You might have stayed up All night, clicking at every link To your daydream, searching For a soulmate in the cyberspace You might have enjoyed an early dose Of original sin between sleep and wake Before packing up all your seasonal greetings With your luggage to catch the first plane Or sitting up in meditation...

– Carol Easton O underrated aperture, O humble little hole With what panache you faithfully Perform your vital role. You work appalling hours For insufficient pay You only get a day off When I’m on holiday. Nobody sends you flowers Nobody writes you verse Nobody sings your praises Your name is just a curse. All...

-marty liboff-2015 With a broken soul and heart I try a new start. I run to the far end of the earth searching for a rebirth. After a long trip I reach Venice Beach- looking for any wisdom it will teach. A trip to the West Coast L.A. is crazy and it is the most....

by Blake Abramovitz i Pit bulls kick up dirt engoldened by the sun, honey to sooth broken streets of Lexus hybrids and homeless clowns. Princes sheathed in denim stagger past out-of- work shamans who hunch over guitars to rasp their bright laments: Teenage cops, killings, a new apartheid. American flags jerk, horses’ tongues flailing, skaters...

By: Chaya Silberstein   Some emotions are as heavy as a bag of pennies that you are saving for a time that no longer exists. You find yourself abruptly sitting and staring into the distance until you are reminded that you have more important things to do. Some emotions are as light as helium filled...

by c. purein look for the guy in the corner for he knows loneliness and self loathing if you are from the future why are you here? to set things right so you can move forward but this is why we do not time travel things like this can never be undone. the heart is...

by Mark Lipman For all those who say, it can never be done, who look upon those ivory towers with their militarized trenches disappearing chambers and puppet mechanisms imitating human beings in all aspects ‘cept for a conscience and a body to jail enslaving a world with divisions of hate and sectarianism, I say, dream...

by c. purein 6 meals away from anarchy hard cracked nails eyes burned my conscience how does she do it dirty in the sand bare necked iron grip on 1 dollar or was it 1 loaf 1 beer 1 dream it was nothing god bless there were 5 more but starbucks is a block away...

Venice, CA 90291 The sun burns more than the surface. Layers of dried skin: a landscape of a dozen decades of decadence crumpling like an old child into un- original positions. Heart problems we have and hereditary memories of torchlight reflected off water in the canals. So many centers (in this prodigal sister city) of...

Adoption Two little girls are soon departing we don’t want this but there is no other way They have been great kids to have around the house I knew my heart was going to break and it did, over and over but the broken heart is an open heart open to the love bouncing in...