ICE CREAM TRUCK by Alicia Cole
ICE CREAM TRUCKBy Alicia Cole Ice Cream TruckThe cone is always the cone.The rhyme scheme, the metric oomph:these hold the dripping words.They're always melting. The sonnet,the sapphic, the prose poem, the cento.Melting into the readers'...
PLATONIC LOVE by Ray Fenech
PLATONIC LOVEBy Raymond Fenech
This Will Never happen to me Syndrome
There is Christmas, Easter and Valentine but also depressing advertisements about cancer. Outside - the slime and sleet - endless winter. Never before had I...
BALM by Gale Acuff
BALMBy Gale Acuff
Balm
After Sunday School I came home to sinagain, my folks smoking in the kitchenand gulping Yuban and not even dressedand Father unshaven and dishes inthe sink for me to wash later and...
INDIAN POINT by Jack Brown
INDIAN POINTBy Jack Brown
After planting purple spider wortaround the tombstone of the old soldierin the cemetery at the end of the roadwe scuttle from ridge to ridge.A country Docand a visitor from New York.
May...
LOTUS by Martina Reisz Newberry
LOTUSBy Martina Reisz Newberry
LOTUS
On the other side of the mountain,my wealthy friend has built a castle.It was a long project but now sits,
quiet as a profound thought, complete.The day I visited her, we hadcoffee...
ON THE SANDS OF LIDO by Bob Varghese
ON THE SANDS OF LIDOBy B. A. Varghese
Knowing
It was enoughknowing he was therehis presence like an army of giantsbaritone voices encouragingalong the battle linestrong hands behind meguarding guidingplunging me forward to my future manyet...
WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a void I vanished...