Truth
Hila Ratzabi - { I Don’t Care if Your Memoir is True, and Other Thoughts on Truth and Fiction }
Jessica Gross - { 2 Train, End to End }
Michael Henson - { Maggie Boylan }
Alissa Heyman - { I Married a Skull } { Shortly After the Wedding }{ The Silent Treatment }
Lynne Procope - { Doing It for Love } { The Poet Addresses Saartjie Baartman; The So Called Venus Hottentot. }
Tim Raymond - { Small }
Jaime Warburton - { This Is Not a Poem About a Dream } { - Red Moon Last Night }
Untruth
Shelly Oria - { Integrity }
Sheila Thorne - { Betrayal }
Jennifer Duffield White - { Blue-Sky Treason }
We Don't Know and They
Won't Tell Us
Tamiko Beyer - { We Don’t Know and They Won’t Tell Us ~ Poetry in the Space of Possibility }
Adam Auerbach - { Illustrations }
Simon Perchik - { Five Untitled Poems }
Lynne Procope - { The Mortal Danger of Redheads }
Hila Ratzabi - { I Have to Show My Appreciation to You for Rescuing Me from This Setting }
| Red Moon Last Night by Jaime Warburton |
I. The Pope
We’ve always gone in for Jesus,
my family: but I am a disappointment
to the God gene. It’s half-
active. I am only a miserable
human. I want too much
to believe to allow it. I fight
all the time with math & planets & understanding
my cat’s tiny lungs.
My mother calls. I drink
coffee. I fuck
five atheists in a row.
II. The Fall
Thinking you have an audience is hard.
Thinking you don’t have an audience is hard,
too, even during intermissions.
Look, here I am: Lady MacBeth, sure
to die offstage & be pissed.
III. The Sun
I made a calendar. I filed my nails.
Read three books. Baked a cake.
I’m hoping for something else.
That don’t boil the water,
says the smug frog.
