It’s Too Dark, April, 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni

“I love you, but I can’t see you right now,”she turned away from him, “it’s too dark.” Owls are nocturnal and hunt in the dark.Like panthers that prefer their blackness. The sun’s corona lent its name,and blackness spread pandemically, Turning her away. Absenting her from him.Like black is the absence of light. Nocturnal love is … Continue reading It’s Too Dark, April, 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni

Questions & Answers: Tanka, Ryuka, Sedoka, Sijo & Zuihitsu by Jacob Kobin Ayiah Mensah

ιWho’s filled the ward so that his large body can hardy squeeze its way down to the dark corridor? A child cries softly in the bed next to him. Spring mistιA mother on death row list looks fine in front of Buddha’s hidden smile this morningιCOVID-19 has taken over the skin of New York City … Continue reading Questions & Answers: Tanka, Ryuka, Sedoka, Sijo & Zuihitsu by Jacob Kobin Ayiah Mensah

Allegory by Christopher Locke

--April 14, 2020 A blackbird’s trapped inside my bedroom,popping the bright window like a child’sgloved hand. Golden eyes eerie with pupils—all of him nerve-wracked & wired & furiouslymute. I want what he wants, so I bend & creepto the other window, grit-toothed & pillowshielded, alive with Hitchcockian terrors I stillimagine, even at this age. I … Continue reading Allegory by Christopher Locke

The Care Bears are Crying and It’s Covid-19’s Fault by Heather Haag

Recently, (during pandemic insomnia) you may have tried calculating how often you gave or received hugs before the pandemic. Are you the type of person who can’t, simply because there are too many to count? Maybe instead you savor hugs, leaving them to intimate moments with important people. What kind of hugs are you imagining? … Continue reading The Care Bears are Crying and It’s Covid-19’s Fault by Heather Haag

Joebells and Canaries in the Coal Mine by Pat Garber

When I moved to Ocracoke, part of the Outer Banks of North Carolina, in 1985,one of the things I loved was the presence of joebells, lovely red and yellow flowers that grew wild on the island. I loved the story folks told about a heartbroken man named Joe Bell who lived there in the early … Continue reading Joebells and Canaries in the Coal Mine by Pat Garber