YELLOW by Byron Beynon
BEETHOVEN
A memory within music,
a ripening
with vineyards overgrown,
and your mind's ear in tune;
alert...
MEMENTO by Bess Amelia Yeager
Scar Tissue Land
I don’t recognize the yellowed veins of wood
chapping into hot, sun-hardened beams. It has been too long
since I...
THE CORK OAK OF PORTUGAL by Reed Venrick
The Cork Oak of Portugal
Riding the bus down and along—
Lisbon to Faro on the Algarve coast,
passing through dry, hilly forests—
OLD WORLD MONKEY by Lisa Reily
bucket list
the crackle of plastic as an elephant’s trunk unfurls,
accepts a sugared bag;
gentle eyes and huge eyelashes smile
VIRTUAL REALITIES by John Lambremont
The Solo PerformerThe tiny ballerina, hersummer run long over,limbs brown and withered,hanging hair disheveled,bends stiffly at the hip,shriveled hands stretchedto the tip of an extended toe,frozen in a permanent pose of thanksfor...
TWO WINDOWS by Rikki Santer
Creekside
Why can’t every day be pancake morning? Last night
Mom made treaty with the monster under my bed.
Front yard pine needles...
ENCOUNTER WITH EINSTEIN by Ken Schweda
Nixon Resigns
At the skating rink
teachers on patrol,
the rumble, the smell
of floor wax, popcorn.
EVENING NEWS by Alan Britt
REMEMBER WHEN THE CRUSADES WERE
THE GOOD OLD DAYS?
Was there lots of raping and pillaging during the Crusades?
RACING THE SUPERNOVA by Daniel King
M Charactered
And in the glare Mu Cephei roils
As if to dare armed craft to draw near
THE CITY by Lorraine Caputo
THE CITY
(Caracas)
I.
This other overcast morning
I hear two snaps echo
up the narrow streets
