Poetry

"...For what strange season's mystery is this?..."

"...On the battlefield they jousted..."

"...Our father made us three, blue, green and purple..."

"...I sojourn to Sahara where it dried my heart out..."

"...I will build a garden in the desert..."

"...everything you're willing to ignore..."

"Straight she marched into their headquarters..."

"...out of breath and laughing like a girl..."

Ted Jonathan is a poet and short story writer. Raised in the Bronx, he now lives in New Jersey.

"...waves breaking on the shores, where time stood still..."

"...This is not Yesterday..."

"...within echoes of a life I do not recall..."

"...and three open eyes can always see straight through such deception..."

"...as bigotry is foisted upon them like expired sedatives..."

"...Taking another aimless step the ground fails me as always..."

Pat Ashinze is an hybrid of two major Nigerian tribes: Igbo and Yoruba. Writing, to him is the only way he can talk without being interrupted.

"A platoon of soldiers on the Christmas eve..."

"...winds of past trauma rap at the window..."

"...Shanty towns require no concert pitch..."

"...to bars where locals didn't look up when he came in..."

"...with worries, that I will miss her one day..."

"...did favours for the Sicilian mob..."

"...an anthem for the landscape that has given birth to us..."

"...Is it supported by gold..."

Matthew Borczon is a poet and Navy sailor from Erie, Pa his latest book "Ghost Highway Blues" just came out through Alien Buddha Press. He publishes extensively in the small press.

"...the ocean floor is one great sideways creep..."

"...Never claim to be crazy around a artist..."

"...always just enough in the bag to get you through the week..."

"...something more substantial than crow and light beer..."

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined.