WITH A GUITAR by Mark J. Mitchell
WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell
A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM
Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but...
IMMORTALITY by Manuel Madera
IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera
ImmortalityConfessions last— The snow plummets to The nameless ground we Have crossed and hopped Along the sidewalk of evermore We stroll and skate I did not...
PULL OVER by Peter Mladinic
PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic
Pull Over
Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please.
THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs
THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs
The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be...
EXHALE by Diane Webster
EXHALEby Diane Webster
DEATH BURIED
Plastic tulips and silk rosespretend they grow aroundmy parents’ gravestone.
Still not allowing themtruth after all these yearsdead...
FROM ABOVE by Roger Singer
FROM ABOVEby Roger Singer
FROM ABOVE the bones of wordsremain behindlike rumpled sheetswithout memory of sleepas day tossesa mixed salad of walkingand arriving the hours melt intothe water of day time slows...
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STILL LIFE by Sarette Albin
STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin
Still Life
In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly...
SPOT ON MY BACK by George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been...
AMERICAN IN BRAZIL by David Lee Garrison
AMERICAN IN BRAZILby David Lee Garrison
Last Look, Lisbon, 1965
The troopship was leaving Lisbonfor the war in Angola,its deck covered with soldiersgazing back. Heavy sun...
MAKING LOVE by George Payne
MAKING LOVEby George Payne
Making Love
the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed
Simplehands
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