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more visual art by Claudio Parentela

Robert James Berry poetry


It is forbidden
to look at
or touch
the giant statue
of Buddha.
The steps wind up
and expand like wisdom
at his golden toes.
I stop there
and marvel
at his largesse
his inscrutability
and wish I had religion
in my veins.

© Robert James Berry

Meg Smith poetry

Creatures of Language

So much
we loved
their long claws,
in shadows.

So much
they gave us
in their ashes.
was their
only language,
even as we
for dust.

© Meg Smith

John Grey poetry


She can’t love me
but her dog can bite me.
That’s where our relationship stands.
No hugs, no kisses,
but a chunk jerked out of my leg
by crazed teeth,
a spurt of blood,
a great pain above the ankle.
“That’s not like him,”
she says.
And it’s not like her, I’m sure.
But I’m like me.
And it hurts.


Fans in Brazil
decapitate a referee.
That’ll teach him
for blowing his whistle.

Soon enough
kids will be beheading a teacher
to put a stop to American history
or hacking the head off the weatherman
so it’ll be sunny the coming weekend.

The source
of what we don’t want to hear
is all too obvious,

It’s the movement of a jaw,
the manipulation of a larynx,
and tongue wagging.

Go for the throat
and it’s all to the good.

Blood gushing from a billion necks –
that’s all the
advice and information
you’ll never need.

there’s no lie
while the truth’s still bleeding.

© John Grey

visual art by Daniel de Culla

A Sense of Wonder

visual art by Dave Dick

Seeking Low

visual art by Junsui Silly

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