Two poems by Cynthia Miller

    The last hour on the flight deck Shirt too tight, a splotch of mustard (Hokkein noodles? egg salad?) from lunch eaten somewhere over the Arctic, steady heartbeat of lights blinking circadian rhythms. Already his body is waking up when it shouldn’t be, sun pulling at him from the other side of the world. Tray tables stowed. The good coffee snuck into the galley … Continue reading Two poems by Cynthia Miller

Two poems by Ken Evans

In Zero Gravity If ever you are sucked out into space by an ill-judged partnership, a scheming co-worker, the belligerent family member, you’ll know what love spurned feels like: your eyes bulge but cannot shed tears, out beyond the troposphere. The moisture on your tongue boils, blood does not flow. You lose what’s down or up, the cognisance of arms and legs, vacuum-sealed in the … Continue reading Two poems by Ken Evans