Stallion by Susan Isla Tepper

Out in the pasture 
we gallop 
the wide grassy undulating bowl—
me & the stallion 
broken to be 
a saddle horse.
Mercurial.  
This softening of men 
so much more difficult— 
an innate need to remain hard. 
We ride them, too,
something they crave
yet find unbearable:
Our soft eyes staring up.
Extracting promises,
lots of promises.

Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.

Fraudulent by Susan Isla Tepper

Hiding in the maze of

high green hedgerow 

Alice has been discovered 

Fraudulent: a great big fraud.  

I got my pound of flesh

pulsing right here 

between us 

on the chipped table.

Smoke it out.

Excluded from dreams

both ways

what was the point of

finally catching up with you.

The small amount of blood still pumping.

Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.

Waiting By Skaja Evens

I find myself constantly waiting

Consistently waiting

You aren’t even around

And I’m waiting

You left me

I’m still waiting

I don’t want you back

Yet I’m waiting

It’s always something I grew accustomed to

Always waiting

For you to decide

Whether you loved me

Or if it was loneliness

I don’t know that I ever knew for sure

What the answer was

But I waited and waited

Until I grew tired of waiting

Yet, I’m still waiting

For you

To let me go

Skaja Evens is a writer and artist living in Southeast Virginia. She runs It Takes All Kinds, a litzine published by Mōtus Audāx Press. She’s also been published with Spillwords Press and The Dope Fiend Daily. She can often be found listening to music, considering the impossible, and enjoying her cats’ antics.

Charcoal Heart By Amrita Valan

Charred crucible

Glow of embers

Hidden ashtray 

Warmth lingering.

Can you blame

Or believe, that

I still remember?

Am stoked to recall

It all?

Still stoke 

The foxfires 

Of old.

Liquidated, an entire 

Universe of gold.

Soaking in old sins

No evil too much,

For sunlight to burn.

Purge the cache

Cathartic urge.

Purification

Relive the lust.

Inside deep inside

A warm ray of light

Ignites old embers.

I am from India, mother of two small boys. I hold a master’s degree in English literature.I have worked in BPOs, and as content creator for simulation management entrance examination papers,(deductive logic in English), as well as in the hospitality industry.(As receptionist at a five-star hotel) while awaiting results of my English honours examination. I love life, like tumbling headfirst into it, and then doing a double take to step back and observe it.I have written over a thousand poems on genres including Love, Spirituality, Family, Religion, Current affairs, Human Rights, a few short stories, funny poems and tales for my children.

This Morning by Susan Isla Tepper

I wrapped you in a sheet

falling through the clouds

impenetrable likeness—

This morning two 

clematis colored purple 

mourning hung in tandem 

off a vine that seemed stripped:

where did the flowers

from past years’ growths 

when the bounty was lush

disappear to—

and still there was hope

Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.

Birds To Finish by Susan Isla Tepper

When I lifted you 

out of wide clouded

smokey black despair

Thought I was hoisting

a dead man

Your finger moved

and I screamed 

stupidly 

Could bring the enemy

hordes tracking us 

You nearly gone and

my voice rippling

hoarse while they tear up 

my body

Stringing it in a tree 

for birds to finish

Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.

Congratulations! by Kevin M. Hibshman

You got what you wanted.
You own a small part of this cheap town.
It seemed to happen very quickly as soon as you shed the black leather for
the guise of respectability.
Don't think you ever had me fooled.
I knew exactly who you are and what you would become the minute
we parted ways.
Congratulations!
I wish you well.
Just remember that you are not the first person to flourish in society
after disowning me.

Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.

 In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

His latest books include The Mirror Masks Nothing and Just Another Small Town Story from Whiskey City Press are currently available on Amazon. 

Taken from the book,

 The Mirror Masks Nothing from Whiskey City Press.

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