Podcast – Beyond the Margin: A.B. Lugo’s Spanish Coffee: Black No Sugar
Beyond the Margin delves into author, poet, award-winning actor and playwright A.B. Lugo’s latest release, Spanish Coffee: Black, No Sugar… On iTunes now! In this…
Poetry
Poems from The End of America Book 13, Part 2
by: Mark Wallace In this 2nd installment of a two-part series, Mark Wallace explores the impossibility of true communication. Severed from each other and from…
Poems from The End of America Book 13, Part 1
by: Mark Wallace In this first installment of a two-part series, Mark Wallace takes stock of our current moment, crafting a poetry that explores our…
Two Poems by Anton Yakovlev
by: Anton Yakovlev In these poems by Anton Yakovlev, the gods are among us but offer nothing by way of guidance. We still get lost in the…
Three Poems by Robert Ford
by: Robert Ford In these ekphrastic poems by Robert Ford, perception is a type of communion, a transfigured merging of the subject and object into…
Two Poems by J. Marcus Weekley
by: J. Marcus Weekley In J. Marcus Weekley’s two poems, rumination and sudden insight crash into one another as they flare and fade, line by…
Two Poems by Rizwan Akhtar
by: Rizwan Akhtar Rizwan Akhtar’s poetry celebrates and laments a broken world in equal measure. Never letting the reader forget that to read a poem…
Four Poems by Maha Zimmo
by: Maha Zimmo In these poems by Maha Zimmo, the titles are the last thing you come upon. In this way, the poet pulls the…
Poetry by Steve Benson
by: Steve Benson In this poem by Steve Benson, the personal questions the political, the quotidian slides in and out of the cosmic, the self…
Three Poems by Jennifer Pons
by: Jennifer Pons These poems by Jennifer Pons, which are her first to be published, question what it means to confront the world and the…
Two Poems by Chloe McMurray
by: Chloe McMurray In these two poems by Chloe McMurray, outsider status imparts its own kind of grace, one that celebrates the here and now while…
Two Poems by Kara Arguello
by: Kara Arguello The lines “the kind of green that drags you down the stairs/ out the door into the damp hopeful air/ of Pennsylvania spring”…