esra sarioglu

June 18, 2015 Comments Off on esra sarioglu

under the heavy rain

coming out quietly

land snails

set the pace

of a dark summer evening

james b. nicola

May 26, 2015 Comments Off on james b. nicola

Have you ever observed that there
is no wall that’s flat, no edge that’s straight,
anywhere
in a human being?
I have and it has improved my seeing
around a corner or behind a thing
of late.

maggie hess

May 11, 2015 Comments Off on maggie hess

The Painter

One bunting seems to
make the rest of them, until
wind changes their paths.
“Look to the horizon,” I
used to say, “your eyes will heal.”

elizabeth lambro

May 7, 2015 Comments Off on elizabeth lambro

Cayuta Lake Inlet 5-2-15

a lynching
of carelessness
discarded
fishing line or
cord of some kind
now litter
inextricably
entangled the legs
of a seagull.
it flew then
I imagine
it’s wings
still free
until the noose
got caught
in limbs of trees.
struggle followed
exhaustion
then death.
it hangs
upside down now
like a pure
white
winged Christ
arms outstretched
crucified
for our sins.

  • Follow inner art journal on WordPress.com