Neoterra Will Cease It's Activities

Neoterra is done and over with.

Angels May Die

by Kristine Mayfield



We lit the night on fire
as the stars became dimmer
and the cigarettes shorter.

Shouting turned to whispers;
even the sea lowered its volume
so that all could hear the crackle
of the logs die in its own funeral pyre.

Broken Rope

by Ira Maepeso




There's a deep melancholy
that comes in with the tide.
There's no one left in my brigade
and the General's body is slowly
drifting into the sea, to be swallowed
by the mouth of hell.

I am a soldier without directions;
a ship without a Captain.
Maybe now I can finally
go home and feel the warmth
of her kiss,
only if I knew
which way to go.

Alphabet Soup

by Allen Wokins


Images in motion. Words unlinked.
My alphabet soup tastes bland
even as I try to assemble a poem
with the limited letters I was given.

I see an Edward Munch painting
screaming on the surface of the
tomato sauce, all the while
bobbing its head, gasping for air,
but I couldn't decypher
his message.

I spend every Sunday morning
staring into my bowl hoping to
grasp some esoteric knowledge.
Isn't this how soothsayers used
to tell the future?

Motionless

by Sandra Watts




Bodies lying on the ground--
motionless and stiff-- I wish
I could take their expressions
away.

It's too late though,
their mouths are wide open
screaming a steady
stream of air;

the frozen fingers
pointing to the sky,
towards horror, or
maybe towards God.