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 lonelyBut I’ve...
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 hard grid that is buriedLike piles for a pier where...
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 in my gullet—even the bread is made of stones.It’s only...
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 every day....