LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini
LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini
Loved Letter
A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper to be blank.
It mirrors the look on my face in...
SIMULTANEOUS WORLDS by Mark Hurtubise
SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise
Momentary Tree Visit
Oak -
holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe.
From its kiln, the sun exhalesafterlife upon you.
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Stepping into your silhouette -a breathing . . . irreversible memoriesor prophecies from...
RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard
RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard
My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade.
I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...
RETICENCE by Rick Adams
RETICENCEBy Rick Adams
reticence
a heart shatteredlike a brokenmirror; the shardsof glass slitthe wrists ofa man’s desire
plagued with lonelinessand fear andhatred and distrust;happiness lost atrial and wassentenced to death
a soul abductedand held captiveby emotional scarringthat may...
RUBY THROAT by Jessica Sabo
RUBY THROATBy Jessica Sabo ruby throatsit down she saysmake yourself comfortableput the napkin in your lap / keep your hands folded / sit up straight she sayscross your ankleslift your chinact like you are interestedI...
HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell
HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell
Shoes (Global Warming Version)
A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill the trunk so thathe will take the back seat with...
FIREHOUSE BABY by Austen Roye
FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye
1. hang in there
my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep and here nowfar from homefoaming over ideas ofempty typewriter roomsa...
AFTER HIS TOUCH by Leanne Talavera
AFTER HIS TOUCHBy Leanne Talavera
After His Touch
That’s how they’ll get you, throughyour eyes. It’s your eyesthat will cradle flickering irises. Thatwill swim in white paranoia.It will ignore the faces in fearthey’ll meet another, and...
MIND OF A BOY by Jhier Wells
MIND OF A BOYBy Jhier Wells
Mind of a Boy
When I was a boysummers were waves waitingto carry me to the ocean’s center.When I was a boysummers were trees stretching outits limbs for me to...
POKHARA, THE CITY OF ANGELS by Bikal Paudel
POKARA, THE CITY OF ANGELSBy Bikal Paudel
Hour Hand’s Message to a friend
Dear minute hand,
I wait for you for an hourAnd you leave in a minuteMaking me wait another 59Till we are again alignedWe both...