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
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...
THE CITY by Lorraine Caputo
THE CITY
(Caracas)
I.
This other overcast morning
I hear two snaps echo
up the narrow streets
RACING THE SUPERNOVA by Daniel King
M Charactered
And in the glare Mu Cephei roils
As if to dare armed craft to draw near
EVENING NEWS by Alan Britt
REMEMBER WHEN THE CRUSADES WERE
THE GOOD OLD DAYS?
Was there lots of raping and pillaging during the Crusades?
THE FIRST LOCKDOWN by Shera Hill
THE FIRST LOCKDOWN
birdsong splashed mornings
grass-shadowed fawns
quail, rabbits and
coyotes
abound
a...
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—
VISITOR FOR THE DAY by Duane Anderson
Ms. Know-It-All
She seemed to consider herself an expert
after only donating one time prior,
and from the look that she gave me,
YELLOW by Byron Beynon
BEETHOVEN
A memory within music,
a ripening
with vineyards overgrown,
and your mind's ear in tune;
alert...
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...