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 people die. Their small gamesend sharply. A hasty burglar slips....
LIN by John Sweet
LINby John Sweet
the captain, the sinking ship
and we will do something orbetter yetwe will do nothingand the lawns will all be green
the doors will be kicked inand the children draggedout into the streets
the votes...
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 in the groundin their forever-home caskets.
Stone-faced names chiseledlike Russian smilesin black and white photosof...
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 know I did not Whether true...