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’...
SELF TALK by Emily Butler
SELF TALKBy Emily Butler
Self Talk
Looks like somebody forgot to take their Dylar this morning.
Did you wake up on the wrong side of the tracks?
Got a bad case of the un-days? The end times?
Don’t you...
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...
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...
CONSIDERED OVER by Victoria Randall
CONSIDERED OVERBy Victoria Randall
PSYCHO AND SOMATIC
red artillery aims to inflame injurywhite walls raise to slay diseasestoo diffuse to destroyan air light feeling firstthat later weighs all the water downburdening one pound per beadof morbid...
LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKED by Don McLeod
LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKEDBy Don McLeod
Excerpt from the full-length poetry book (Leaping With Your Legs Locked)
Leaping With Your Legs Locked(section 4)
the retarded boy down the streetsaid hey I want to be somebodyI knew what...
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...
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...
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...