For This; Therefore, I Die by Jonathan Bowerman

For This; Therefore, I Die Jonathan Bowerman How ironic she thought, struggling to take another gulp of cool water. Relief did not follow, for each constriction of her throat felt as though she were swallowing shards of glass. The pain almost as excruciating as…

A Siren for the Modern Times by Armand J. Azamar

A Siren for the Modern Times Armand J. Azamar Hearing her song again Appears near hopeless. After the shipwreck, Her voice, I still struggle to defend. My hospital bed A depression I discovered for myself. The longing only spreads; wider and deeper. A deep…

You Always Said You Could Swim Like a Fish by John C. Mannone

You Always Said You Could Swim Like a FishJohn C. MannoneYou, in that black cocktail dress,red heels stiletto-ing floor. Legs,sinuous in the ballroom. We embrace,       my hands on the arch of your back.Outside, salt water sings. Beckons.Caribbean air mists its magic over us.Let us…