Poetry

James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production.

"...you think of patting pulp between your palms..."

"...cold, dead rock, and an airless atmosphere..."

"...The couch that’s quite close to his London..."

"...I engrave your name on my mind's canvas..."

"...Give me an electorate who fights for right..."

"... Everyone seems angry, down and kinda trying, some much harder than others, to get out...."

"...pivotal to all life on our delicate planet..."

"...Praise with him be to speakers of dead and dying languages..."

Gabriel Bates is a poet living in Tiffin, Ohio. His work has appeared in several publications, online and in print.

"yellow full moon night..."

"...It seems nice to know certain things..."

"...an apple believing it has wings..."

"...peerless pacesetters, South Africa’s men’s Rugby World Cup team..."

"...You did sweep through my veins like molten gold..."

"...Then moon shone palely without enchantment..."

Mykyta Ryzhykh: Winner of the international competition Art Against Drugs and Ukrainian contests. Nominated for Pushcart Prize.

"...There is no good death..."

John Sara (He/Him) is a writer from Parma, Ohio. He received his BFA in Creative Writing from Bowling Green State University and is currently pursuing his MFA at Ashland University.

"He was always laughing..."

"...the air, a vengeful angel ready to kill to die ..."

"...The jagged excuses for streets still embrace the the same lit windows..."

"...guzzling wine and bourbon and staring at the open sea..."

"...Now that they’re through with her, what do I do with her?..."

"...stark sensations skeletons feel without their former cover..."

"...At their core there is a commonality..."

Peter Kaczmarczyk was raised in New England and has lived the last 30 years in Southern Indiana. His works are inspired by his life, loves, travels, and experiences. He is co-creator of the Captain Janeway Statue in Bloomington, Indiana.

"...the flames of Prometheus no longer dazzle..."

"...a mind that’s taken leave of its senses..."

"In the photograph there are four of us..."