Poetry

    Countable How many sunsets have you let pass without watching, by yourself, the sun sink? How many rooms have you stood in, hour after hour, facing different...

  Dublin Is HereCold, October Saturdays and endless Grey, what if it, was all, an illusion, To begin with, anyway? Oh Glorious, Dublin’s a way and a DNA! Dublin,...

  Author's Note: These elegies were originally written in Sumerian and are dated circa 1700 BC, making them among the oldest known written texts in the...

  During the fall of 2019 Michael G. Smith was a writing resident at Gullkistan Center for Creativity (http://gullkistan.is/). Gullkistan is located in the Icelandic...

    When Mother Is No MoreOn the road to forever. By the way of stars. Cluster of constellations Gateways to her. Our journeys begin and end on different...

    The Lighthouse, On the Green Thomas Taylor’s, phenomenal gift, to his father, a mock lighthouse, not facing, seas, or oceans, but endless, fertile, green fields, hunts, races, grazing sheep and...

 Cat Convention On the boardwalk outside the cat convention promenaded marmalades and tigers, Manx and Siamese, longhairs, shorthairs, pampered ones and moth-eaten urban survivors. Many cat tails seemed to...

    By Gustavo Rivera There is a sliver of truth when Josefina Rivera de Álvarez, in her book Literatura Puertorriquena: Su proceso en el tiempo (Puerto Rican...

  Gabriel Rosenstock’s Tanka Series – 9 *   1. and for no reason people danced the whole day long a joy to behold              and one...

   The Best Myths Are The Metamorphoses  The best myths are the metamorphoses, the ones that change, transform, shift shapes from one ordinary to one more strange, from one mere mortally to one...