OUT IN THE DISTANCE by Holly Day
OUT IN THE DISTANCEBy Holly Day
Spring
ice melts in noisy rivuletsresumes descent on muddy river banks
poking its greasy snout out of the watera bullhead lumbers out of torpor, floats to the surface
frightens newly-hatched crawfish and...
MY GRETEL by John O’Connor
MY GRETELby John O'Connor
My Gretel
My sister never called me Hanselbut she knew I would lead her to trouble.The hollyhocks looked at us mischievously
from the frost wall garden and we stole outin the twilight to...
MY FAVORITE NIECE by Patrick Mahoney
MY FAVORITE NIECEBy Patrick Mahoney
THE BASEMENT OR THE ATTIC
The line is long and never-endingAs it winds throughout the skyAcross the clouds that hide the sunAnd stars that never shineThe melting pot of human formsBlend...
TO THAW by Annelise Mozzoni
TO THAWBy Annelise Mozzoni
Kenmore Electric Dryer
Room steeped in blue,her and I,folding cotton waves.
Standing in a swallow of light,she pulls sheets outlike taffyfrom dryer teeth.
She strokes my cheek,with toasted thread,wanting me to catch the sheets’...
DAY AT THE BEACH by Debbie Richard
DAY AT THE BEACHBy Debbie Richard
LuminescenceExuding brilliance, you step into a roomas an actor steps onto a stage,heads turn, instantly drawn to your smile,the tilt of your head, the gracefulway you carry yourself –an...
PURPLE DAWN by Edward Bonner
PURPLE DAWNBy Edward Bonner
FEW WILL HEAR HIS WORDS
What thou find in a poor man's walletAn amazing talentTo surviveHolding true to God's wordA secret for this man to cuddle on a doorstepTo wake in the...
GHOSTS by Richard Dinges
GHOSTSBy Richard Dinges, Jr.
Ghosts
When young, I viewedthe outside worldin a black and whitebox, veiled by a thindusting of snow, voicesa static blend spokenin simple sentences,that winded outwhen I slept, mythoughts and memoriesechoed by ghoststhat...
GAZES by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
GAZESBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
Gazes
A refrigerator slides down the street,moved by the wind.Its owner chases it."I'm a doctor!", "I'm a doctor!",she will have to say,this woman, some time later,in a courtroom.Mrs. Toolson is eight months...
WHEN I DREAM WELL by David Matthews
WHEN I DREAM WELLBy David Matthews
When I Dream Well
Her head held as if she were posingnow for Renoir, yesterday Rodin,her face I knowfrom when I dream wellchance encounters on grand boulevardswhere peacocks admire themselvesin...