NOT A PRAYER by Diana Anhalt
NOT A PRAYERby Diana Anhalt
For Ethel Figueroa, the Librarian, My Heroine,
who lets me hide in the library— closed for recess—when girls in patent leather, red ribbons tied to braids,scoff at my orthopedic shoes, my...
WORDS UNSPOKEN by Kimberly Crocker
WORDS UNSPOKENby Kimberly Crocker
Words Unspoken By Kimberly Crocker
She dissolved from the feet up,vanishing in surreptitious bites like thosetaken by children when no one is looking.The strokes had crushed bits of her armor, too,leaving...
PABLO PICASSO by Richard Weaver
Walker Percy She was always fun. No one knew her otherwise. At least those of us
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ANNIVERSARY by Cathryn Essinger
ANNIVERSARYby Cathryn Essinger
Anniversary
The Harvest Moon rising frombehind the strip mall appears tetheredto the horizon, but soon it will clearthe radio tower on the far side of town
and lift effortlessly past Walmart, Sunocoand Payless Shoes....
WHITE CAKE by Annie Schumacher
WHITE CAKEby Annie Schumacher
White Cake
I don’t remember the taste of my wedding cake.Afterwards, we froze the top tier in mom’s garageto eat in one year, our stale sugary keepsake.It was white, of course,...
FINGER BY FINGER by Ashley Green
FINGER BY FINGERby Ashley Green
Phantom I
She knew something I didn’t,pale with untold prophecyand horror.You’ll stop loving me, she saidand her dilated gazeswam in grief.
I laughed and touched her thigh, warmand bare, familiar and...
ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLY by Megha Sood
ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLYby Megha Sood
Like an open scarred river
This cystic undulating pain speaks for itselfborn out of the muted death, it has its own semanticsa lexicon of angst and fear,it molds...
THE DOORS by Kevin Cahill
THE DOORSby Kevin Cahill The Doors Amid a bust-up of bell-bottoms and police-dogsand a flashing skink undoing himself in view, the song starts. Keeps in the hand for a minute, composing itself, wiggling, disbanding into beer.This is...
COME THE COMET by Jeremy Gadd
COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOUby Olivia Du Pont Come to me and let me hold youIn the dead of night where voices are hushedBreathe life into the night,For you are alive, you...
DRIP by Roger Singer
DRIPby Roger Singer
DRIP A passive silver moondripped its lightthrough lace curtainsinto my room the faucetin the bathroomdrippedwith preciseregularity both dripping worldsinvoking theirpresence on me there is no wisdomgainedbeing in the middle listening and watchingto the drip, dripfrom my shelterof...