MEMBRANE by Alfred Fournier
MEMBRANEby Alfred Fournier
Membrane
The cat had been missing for days.
Mom was home, behind French doors.Her hospital absence stretched, a membrane under each...
ENCLOSED BY LOVE by Nardine Sanderson
ENCLOSED BY LOVEby Nardine Sanderson Land and sea when angels fall I did not fall to call your pain, or break ones heart so soft again, I felt such love within no doubtLike heavens...
LIBERTY ATOMS by Christopher Barnes
LIBERTY ATOMSby Christopher Barnes Liberty Atoms 6 Cormorant beak-walked an eight yard string,Rebuking tide.Pratfalling crock – sauce duxelles.Maisie hassled tufts- Lost wit’s fingers.Sunset on a rubberstamp:“Everything seemed inevitable”. Liberty Atoms 7Shellac discRumpled under needle, jilting...
MEDUSA by Andre DeCuir
MEDUSAby Andre DeCuir
When My Father Calls
When my father calls, we talk of birds,how the blue jays cannonball,their large bodies splashingwater out of his birdbaths:old...
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SAY ANYTHING by Austin Adams
SAY ANYTHINGby Austin Adams
Carrion Flower
Faint fragrance of aFlower too subtle forHuman sense.It is there.
What one cannot know,Call by any name:Iandipan,...
SLEEPY WHALE by Terry Brinkman
SLEEPY WHALEby Terry Brinkman Sonnet CCLXVIIBristles shining wirily in weak lightLady Chapel Jack Priest PeacockMotley affairs of a moss covered rolling rockLast swig of the Challis at twilightLoom of the Moon-lightPat of her...
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TABLE FOR ONE by Alan Berger
TABLE FOR ONEby Alan Berger I’m lonely ButI’m well bredWell read Well fed My favorite position in bedIs laying aloneBeing off the phoneI’m lonelyBut stay out of my zoneI’m lonelyButI don’t like peopleThey accelerate my evilI’m...
THE FROGS by Bruce Morton
THE FROGSby Bruce Morton
Holocaust Memorial, Berlin
It is a stretch to transform sorrow, ash, guilt—loss.But the stelae are concrete, not abstract starsFallen in firmament, a...
NORTHERN ISLET by Danielle Hanson
NORTHERN ISLETby Danielle Hanson
Northern Islet
All the saints here are made of stone,eternal life mocked by their crumbling.I pick up the stones and swallow them...
LOOKING UP AT THE SKY by John McKernan
LOOKING UP AT THE SKYby John McKernan LOOKING UP AT THE SKYI always stop what I am doing at two o’clock in the afternoon and wait ten minutes for Death. I do this...