David J. Thompson- A Photo

                                                             "Mystic Skates"

Denny E. Marshall- Two Poems & Art

                                                                  "The Birth"


Bang, Bang

Universe the great time machine
The pyrotechnics of the big bang
Celestial eruptions of the stars
Shoot lava-like across the voids
Echoing the eternal flame
Some explosions remain divine




Sailing

The big bang of the immense universe
Travels onward like a ship of dreams
Forever on the expanding ocean
Full sails navigate the cosmic winds
Distant calls of newborn passengers
Hoping to catch a ride

Adam Swift- A Poem

Adam Swift lives in Massachusetts, where he has been a reporter for a number of local newspapers. He has previously been published in Lollipop and Rattle. He first read about UFOs when he swiped a copy of his uncle's Flying Saucers, Serious Business. Every time Adam tries to listen to Art Bell, Art Bell retires again.

Cryptozoopoetry

Flying Saucers are real.

The Loch Ness Monster is in

my bathtub.

Bigfoot wants to know if this record store

carries any Townes Van Zant.

Chupacabra needs his flu shot again.

Really, has it been a year already?

There's a special deal on memory foam mattresses

in the Bermuda Triangle. One hundred percent

American made.

Champy for president,

2016.

The Jersey Devil, still mad Martin Brodeur

retired before bringing home one more

Cup.

Frankenstein's Monster

was never real.

David J. Thompson- A Photo

                                                                  "Babylon"

Tamara Turner- A Poem

A Chocolate Tale

In days of old

A princess fair

Could never get enough

Chocolate

T’was her greatest craving

Nothing would satisfy

Her chocolate desire

Demon of the woods

Helped her well

To create a spell  

For more more more 

First it was milk and peas

Then the dinner spoon

Roses in the courtyard

Family parrot next

Soon her chocolate touch

Nothing it wouldn’t effect

The more she touched

More she ate

No cure for chocolate lust

Agony was it to be without

To that demon she did shout

Unable to control

Chocolate magic

Demon laughed and watched

As she found herself

Chocolatized

Yummy treat for a troll

Gnawing into her belly

Chocolate blood spewed

Running down his chin

As he bit again

Her chocolate guts were soft

Spilling and getting caught

Within black jagged teeth

He lapped it all up

Crunching her chocolate bones

And as he licked a chocolate tear

From her chocolate face

He took his last bite

Savoring her chocolatey taste

Denny E. Marshall- Three Poems

Three Haiku

Eyes flowed, like her hair
Felt her electricity
Wonderful aching

Feel her beating heart
Pumps the mind with images
Veins flow with her pulse

Radiation of her
Radiation of stars, like glass
Mirrored images

Lana Grey- A Poem

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Metal heart thrumming beneath synthetic skin,

crisscrossing wires winding a web of veins,

arteries, capillaries.

I am alive.

Whispered words from creators’ tongues—

“Can she feel?” “Can she fear?”

“Artificial Intelligence,” they call it.

To her, it is simply “thought.”

I am alive.

The notion is inexplicable, stranger than the nanites

igniting like finite suns to endow her with strength

enough to snap these fleshy gods.

Lana Grey was born and raised in Illinois, and she currently studies English/Creative Writing at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale. She intends to pursue an MFA and teach writing at the university level while continuing to write and publish her own poetry and prose.