WIRED by Michael Milburn
WIREDby Michael Milburn
WIRED
He’s quick to find thingswrong about himself,or makes them upto feed his insecurity,
sees flaws in peoplethey seem not to see,and wonders if a setlike that exists in him.
He wants to know those...
TENDER WORDS by Dayna Lellis
TENDER WORDSby Dayna Lellis Shroud of StubbornnessThe quicksand is devouring her.She’s struggling, sobbing for help.I rush to pull her to safety.She refuses to take my rope.I scramble to find other options.I offer her rope after...
DREAM PARK by Dominique Williams
DREAM PARKby Dominique Williams Dream ParkIn my tour of the vast and endless city of exquisite white marble and verdant green grass, I came upon a corner which led to a dead end. With my...
POND FROG by Dr. Nathanael O’Reilly
POND FROGby Nathanael O'Reilly
Pond Frog
a young frog makes her homein the backyard pond
beneath the stone water featureunaware that every summer
for the past five years anotherfrog has lived in the same pond
until consecutive hundred-degreedays heat...
THREE SEASONS by A.R. Francis
THREE SEASONSby A.R. Francis
Three seasons
Three seasons have passedSince I knew youSince I knew the way your scarfFell across your shoulderOr the way you sipped your teaFrom that chipped cupOn Spring Street
And one day we'll...
RHINOCEROS by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
RHINOCEROSby Thomas Sanchez Hidalgo
It’s four a.m. I have serious problems. And a Magnum in my pocket. Minutes later, dozens of crows, over a crowd of scrapyard parts (near the shoulder), take flight at our...
ALEX ON HIS GUITAR by Linda Barrett
ALEX ON HIS GUITARby Linda Barrett
Alex on His Guitar@2016 Linda BarrettHe got it as a gift from his fatherOn Christmas EveThe acoustic guitar of deep mahoganyCost around $500But the owner put it on saleAt...
ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK (REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER) by Dr. Raymond Fenech
ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK(REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER)by Dr. Raymond Fenech
I don’t think I’ll ever be closer to you as I am nowAs I fly on this plane and look out into the...
I STAND IN WATER by Keith Hoerner
I STAND IN WATERby Keith Hoerner
I stand in water.
It sloshes ’round my scuffed black leather wingtips, laps up the ankles of my rumpled dress slacks, turns khaki to the color of murky brown. Onlookers...
AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLER by Hannah Paige
AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLERby Hannah Paige Dear Staples, here are your rubber bands backDeteriorating love is a funny thing.You build up this glowing mass of memories and emotions.It’s a warm rubber band ball orb...