Three poems | by John Grey

DEAR FRIEND, REGARDING THE DRAGON Once again, I’m looking for your assistance. I was set upon by a dragon. I’m still shaking. It feels as if that creature’s hot breath is still searing my cheeks, the back of my neck, But, other than that, how are things with you. I saw you working out at…

Three poems | by Fabrice Poussin

Bouncing to ecstasy The ancient one toppled once again fell upon the gentle surface of a graceful eve bewildered he dared not challenge the past. Another dawn would shine upon his pains cheering to the upcoming hours for him to arise a warrior in the hostile realm. A routine too familiar to the weary frame…

Just Women | by Mare Leonard

Just Women after seeing a photo in The NY Times 11-17 I wish I could be Judge Shelley Joseph. My hair is long and grey and I own a few age spots but not the guts to help an immigrant escape from ICE Judge Joseph signaled she will stand trial A man scowls in the…

Four poems | by Alex Andy Phuong

Museum Physical buildings And artistic architecture Holding remnants from the past. Museums hold artifacts Yet artistic expression, Hope And creativity Pave the way for the future. This present moment in time Is the greatest gift of all Because it is, thankfully, not the last. Lifelong Education School takes up many years Yet those years must…

Three poems | by Vern Fein

STEENY We called him by his last name, never Reggie. Just Steeny or “Steeny Weenie.” Back in the 50’s before geek became a word for uncool or nerd, before Dylan glorified GEEK in Ballad of A Thin Man, Steeny was the object of our taunts, the bullying we all did before that was a word…

Resisting Arrest |by Alex Andy Phuong

Uniting uniformed unity You and I defy the sky Team work and collaboration Up to personal discretion Civil Rights Civility Minorities against majorities Stick to the status quo But should we…? Really? Defy thy stars And seek new avenues Harness the power of creativity And merge sense with sensibility “Utopia” was conceived by Thomas More But…

Two poems | by Michael Lee Johnson

Fig Tree (V2) Fig tree, fruit to all those come and gone, stare down your branches with your human eyes: God give us this day; distressed fathers, deceased mothers- children chatter on sidewalks, play hopscotch. In the forest, construction men cut the wood, make naked landscapes- strong men, strong lives. We all stop to contemplate…

Three poems | by Edward Lee

LYNCH The body hanging from the tree is dead, and has been dead for some time, for so much time that it is barely there anymore, but it is there all the same, swaying slightly in the silent wind, present in the memories of those who knew it when it was a he, a man,…

Requiem for a Humble Man | by Scott Archer Jones

Biography is tainted by the cult of the Great Man. Statesmen, Celebrities, Criminals, Jocks, Soldiers – people who we think make our world. The contrarian view is that they are replaceable – if the Great Man wasn’t there to be cheered and to lead, someone else would step up. What makes the real world is…

Two poems | by John Grey

​CATHY’S MOVE Being in Providence is a shock to her. The city was never filed away by any of her dreams. It’s not Rome though it does have seven hills.   And the living arrangements are strange- a third floor apartment in a tenement that’s close enough to the tenement next door to whisper in…