let them flytheir defeateddead banner.let them fly thatcloth with thestars and bars that signifiesdivision, wasted blood, and apresident with a hole inhis head; that signifiesthe 400 year old evil thatshackled nearly an entirerace; thatsignifies uncle samwas split like the red sea; whenuncle sam nearly perished.don’t […]

Consign to the wind what you will, or might have;if you stand on the pier, looking out, you have consignedthe essence of it; and the wind knows. It is a trifecta: water, air, you.Emitting from the three is my needfulness.I gamble on mix, standing on […]

from issue #2: “Talk” by Michael Gessner“Dust” by Debra Pallone Parks“Little Boy, little boy” by Debra Pallone Parks from issue #3: “Aubade” by John Kay“Inversions #1-#8” by Jesse Weiner“Air, Earth, Fire, Water” by Lisa Zimmerman Congratulations to all nominees and thank you for contributing your […]

Please check out the Hamilton Stone Review, an online review currently featuring a West Virginia issue (poetry, stories, non-fiction). Laura Treacey Bentley, who was a 10×3 plus poet in issue #2, has three poems in the issue. Sue Ann Simar, editor of 10×3 plus (and this blog), also has […]

Blonde, blonde, blonde–there was a halomelting around my head. Licking betweenthe chocolate wafers of an ice cream barin the lunchroom, I contemplated what Sisterhad warned could be done with the tongue.Listening, our faces had been smoothas rain. But the smell of the earthwas thickening like […]

He has bought a new shirt, slipped itfrom its cellophane sleeve, to please a woman.The night birds stretch their necks and gargleat the moon. Oh, love, love. He is not lookingat the stars, twisted like tinsel. They costnothing; they are too far away. He putsa […]

I like being called “brother”by black men. I like walking pastLand of the Pharaohs& being invited in by the brothersto bless them with a poem.“Brothers,” I say, “brothers,please no keyboards, no congas,let me lay something white & uptighton you brothers.” I recite my poemabout Martians […]

I sleep in my son’s bed,his comforter billowingover me like meringue,the poems of Che Guevaraunder my pillow.When my wife comes home,she lets the dog in,the dog who loves meunconditionally. What didChe call his apolitical friends?Drunks, singing, their throatsabout to be cut. The dogloves me for […]

If you google The Montserrat Review and read Book Review Editor Grace Cavalieri’s “Best Books for Fall Reading, 2008,” you will see 10×3 plus listed under Best Chapbooks. 10×3 plus is a poetry journal and not a chapbook, but I will take any recognition for the magazine. Grace Cavalieri […]

I think it is all light at the end; I think it is airLarry Levis, “The Quilt” The poet told us Yeats came to him in a dreamand said, “Passion is everything.” He repeated the words againas if somehow we hadn’t heard. Then he began […]