RHINOCEROS by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
RHINOCEROSby Thomas Sanchez Hidalgo
It’s four a.m. I have serious problems. And a Magnum in my pocket. Minutes later, dozens of crows, over a crowd of scrapyard parts (near the shoulder), take flight at our...
ALEX ON HIS GUITAR by Linda Barrett
ALEX ON HIS GUITARby Linda Barrett
Alex on His Guitar@2016 Linda BarrettHe got it as a gift from his fatherOn Christmas EveThe acoustic guitar of deep mahoganyCost around $500But the owner put it on saleAt...
COME IN SINNER by Gail Willems
COME IN SINNERby Gail Willems
COME IN SINNER
give us this day our daily breadeyes burn swollen faces line-upa hussled order for bread and a small sip
payoff for dumb kneeswhere many vows were made and forgotten
forgive...
I STAND IN WATER by Keith Hoerner
I STAND IN WATERby Keith Hoerner
I stand in water.
It sloshes ’round my scuffed black leather wingtips, laps up the ankles of my rumpled dress slacks, turns khaki to the color of murky brown. Onlookers...
POND FROG by Dr. Nathanael O’Reilly
POND FROGby Nathanael O'Reilly
Pond Frog
a young frog makes her homein the backyard pond
beneath the stone water featureunaware that every summer
for the past five years anotherfrog has lived in the same pond
until consecutive hundred-degreedays heat...
TENDER WORDS by Dayna Lellis
TENDER WORDSby Dayna Lellis Shroud of StubbornnessThe quicksand is devouring her.She’s struggling, sobbing for help.I rush to pull her to safety.She refuses to take my rope.I scramble to find other options.I offer her rope after...
DARK LOVE by Ayanna Lopez
DARK LOVEby Ayanna Lopez
Dark LoveThis angel fellShe lost her lightTrudging through the gates of hellShe gave up the fightNo man or godCould bring her backUntil she looked into his heartBlack as coalHard as iceTheir...
ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK (REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER) by Dr. Raymond Fenech
ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK(REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER)by Dr. Raymond Fenech
I don’t think I’ll ever be closer to you as I am nowAs I fly on this plane and look out into the...
TRIBUTE by Heide Arbitter
TRIBUTEby Heide Arbitter
These daysSome assertHistory is a lieThe Holocaust never happenedSomebody made it up
In Washington, DCCapitol to a countryOf assailed settlersThe blood of recollectionSprinkled on soilFertilized CementAnd blossomedMemory
Some insistAll visit the Nation’s CapitolTo throw...
COSMOS by Dorsía J Smith
COSMOSby Dorsía J. Smith
Cosmos
My son asks me what happened to his baby brother.
What baby brother?
The one in your belly, Mama.
Why he’s gone to the air, I say,like a ball of cells radiating by motion.It’s...