A Lady of many lovers' fame
Moaned, "Life will never be the same
Without Vladimir and Fred
Pierre, Pablo and Ted
And Chiang and Salim and Prem"

by Satish Pendharkar


Too much? Never! Scoop
ad infinitum. I want
ice cream a la mode!

by Russell Novotny

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Satish Pendharkar lives in Mumbai, India, and has a full-time job. His short stories have been published by New Asian Writing, Savvy, Flash, etc. His poems have appeared in Agave Magazine, Maverick, dotdotdash, and elsewhere. He has published a book of poems titled Nocturnal Nomad. His play The Last Journey was one of the 3 plays short-listed for the Hindu Metroplus Playwright Award in 2012.

Russell Novotny has a drawer full of "closet" poems, mostly about divorce and mental illness. He once wrote a short story for a vampire anthology in which nothing much happens except for a vampire telling stories. He lives and works in Cleveland, Ohio. His favorite food is, not surprisingly, ice cream.



no-one relies

a red wheel-

filled with rust

beside the dead


not much depends


of the mun-

by William Carlos

by Lance Nizami

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Lance Nizami has more than 240 poems in print (not online) in recognized poetry journals. Recent publications can be found in Spillway and Eastern Structures.


The Pangolinnet

Now if you will just keep still for a minute,
you may hear the song of the pangolinnet.
While most birds have feathers from heads down to tails,
the pangolinnet's have morphed into scales:
major and minor, of course—they're quotidian;
dorian, phrygian, locrian, lydian,
chromatic and Messaien, whole tone, Hejaz.
Whatever he plays, he plays with pizzazz
as he hammers it out with his claws and his beak.
I wish I had the pangolinnet's physique!

by Esther Greenleaf Murer

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Esther Greenleaf Murer is a relic of the twentieth century who took up poetry writing in her dotage. She published a collection, Unglobed Fruit, in 2011 and has been featured in The Centrifugal Eye and KIN.


Crab Lice

Crab lice—Crab lice!
I lost my sense—
Crab lice is now
The consequence!

Surrender—all thought—
Of amorous arts—
Start putting lotion
On nether parts!

And change out—the locks—
Ah—I'm free!
At last from a—parasite—
Like thee!

by Gary Mesick

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Gary Mesick studied wit at West Point and Harvard—and couldn't find any. Later searches, first as an infantry officer and then in aerospace analytics, also failed. Recently, his poetry has appeared in several literary journals—often scribbled in the margins of library copies throughout the Seattle area.