PROLONGING by William Snyder
PROLONGINGBy William Snyder PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come...
BABY POEM by C.H. Coleman
BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman
Naughty
Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable.
One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already...
RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard
RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard
My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade.
I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a...
HIS HAND by Amelia Abdullah
HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe...
ONION by Amanda Leigh
ONIONBy Amanda Leigh
OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is...
REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BIND by Jan Little
REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BINDBy Jan Little
If marriage offered a narrow tether like Denmark’s attachment to Europe,I could have conformed that much to a husband’s wantsAnd gladly given...
POKHARA, THE CITY OF ANGELS by Bikal Paudel
POKARA, THE CITY OF ANGELSBy Bikal Paudel
Hour Hand’s Message to a friend
Dear minute hand,
I wait for you for an hourAnd...
RUBY THROAT by Jessica Sabo
RUBY THROATBy Jessica Sabo ruby throatsit down she saysmake yourself comfortableput the napkin in your lap / keep your hands folded / sit up straight she sayscross your ankleslift your chinact like you...
LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini
LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini
Loved Letter
A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper...
THE NAMELESS by Lisa Zaran
THE NAMELESSBy Lisa Zaran
The NamelessWho are we but immigrants too.Who are we but a lost Country.Who are we but tin blind, partially broken,desperado’s too are we not.Who are...
