Dashboard Horus: A Bird's Eye View of the Universe

  Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Typishly Literary Magazine, The Antioch Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal and elsewhere. Dulce Domum You can’t hide your hideway when beggars come calling; every haven has its day, every port and refuge; the cold tomorrows come out of the distance like icebergs, unstable as emperors,  demanding as children and food for thought  feeds no one. Your secret place, your kingly manse? Don’t board up all the doors, your earthly paradise  has a few snakes inside and minstrels and other rabble wait outside to knock down all. You alone unhidden unbidden stand prominent as a sequoia, Simon of the stele. Revelation is God’s alone; hidden in the deep, his submarine love discovers all secret places; you are naked as  a jaybird in his sight. So cast it all away, armed in your own flesh go voyaging. Surrender is a place impregnable and portable as heaven.  © 2022 Jack D. Harvey (previously published i

Max Kerwien is a poet and comedian. He holds a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing from the University of Washington. In 2016, he won the Joan Grayston Poetry Prize. In 2018, he published his first collection of poetry, Poems to Ruin Dinner With . His work has been published in the decomp Journal , the DASH Literary Journal, and more. Butchery Lane Canterbury in a hurry, sleet-covered feet a flurry on the brown brick road, snow set in the ridges of the pattering stone, thin homes line the street like the hills of North Downs, hustling bodies a blurry crowd, faces not quite a frown but a phase, their dimples a curving maze, forehead lines point to the day’s end when the lane, abandoned by wayfarers, prepares lantern gold light for its evening rite, the day caked on by a pane of flaky snow base, refreshing the stones for tomorrow’s race. © 2022 Max Kerwien Congestion On the train ride there is a turn in the tracks and around the bend if you are sitting on the right side the city w