LEAVING BUCHAREST by Jules Elleo
LEAVING BUCHARESTby Jules Elleo
Leaving Bucharest
In the courtyardof my apartment block,there is an elm tree.Its foliage reaches upto the 5th floor.Its rootsrun deepbeneath our sleep.TwiceI will seethat treeretrace the path backto life.
SMS (Save My Soul)
You are...
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....
PROPERTY by Monty Jones
PROPERTYby Monty Jones
Property
How hard it iswhen you start to think about itto get everything together.
Even a “bare” stagewill have its slant,its curtain, a shadow on the wall.Someone will come on with a pipeor a...
COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOU by Olivia Du Pont
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...
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...
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...
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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CALM by Elana Wolff
CALMby Elana Wolff Calm,not so long ago / the river ambling through the valley /easy in the aptitude of being in the blue beside the fireweedand pocket gophers stomping on the vandal grass / the...
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...
POSITIVE by Emily Brummett
POSITIVEby Emily Brummett
A heavy waft of Sunday breakfastawakens meearlier than a routine Sunday hangoverEach smell circles my stomachand lumps slide up and down my throat,and a headache forms.Medical School.My reputation.Everything-Gone.After one drunken night.I...