Sam Silva releases new chapbooks

Prolific poet Sam Silva has published several new chapbooks this year. They are all available on Amazon and include: Two Chapbooks for Winter (print / Kindle) Someone’s Minor Apocalypse (Kindle) Selected Later Chapbooks (Kindle) Selected Later Chapbooks Edition 2 (Kindle) Selected Later Chapbooks Edition 3 (Kindle) About Empty Mirror NewsHave something to contribute? Leave a…

Two poems by john sweet

image credit: emexcavation 1 came out of the dentist’s office and i’d lost the poem, half my mouth numb, the other half filled with the taste of stale metal had the bill in my hand less than a quarter tank of gas fell to my knees at the edge of the parking lot and started…

Three poems by J. David

elegy-vi / d. enckOn defiance, as a verb All matter emits black body radiation on becoming thermal cavity at equilibrium with the void. There is ritual in the cleansing molten of burnish and shine, each turn of sheet slow-suckling at the fever. Said the smith to the fire pressing its mouth along his palms: when…

Beatnik: Collages by Rebeka Elizegi

The series focuses on the Beat Generation as a cultural phenomenon, more specifically in the women poets who participated in the movement and who historically have had less visibility than their male colleagues. It is a tribute to those women poets, who have remained in the shadow in the history of literature. Beatnik is the…

Icarus Regrets Every Tired Muscle

image credit: deAt the base of my spine glows an orange orb, free-floating amidst the Harrington rods and titanium cage. My low spine fused, my narrative nerves pinched and running the length of this mortal cord from sacral to skull. In between The Greenman, Jesus, Carl Jung dive in and out of the pool meeting…

from Evolutions: poems by Cheryl Pallant

discovery heights / credit: deCultivating the Space Between It’s the light in the sky that conjures the eye that transmits the heart that foots the thrill where humanity thrives. It’s the glow in the go that propels the walk that treads the start that upends despair where lavender grows. It’s the reminder not the remainder,…