HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATOR by O. Howard Winn
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORby O. Howard Winn HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORbut it is clearhe is really a Mock turtlefrom Capitalist Wonderland andhis song is a serenade tothe Red Queen runningthe nation...
LITTLE MAX MOUSE by James Padgett
LITTLE MAX MOUSE
by James Padgett
It was a warm, sunny day in Willowy Wood.Little Max Mouse ran as fast as he could.He had to get to the Oak by the stream.It was his turn to...
A LOVE STORY by Gloria G. Murray
A LOVE STORYby Gloria G. Murray A LOVE STORY we kissed in the dark hallwaysof the Canarsie projectsbacks pressedagainst the concrete walllips sealedwith the grout of lustyour tongue swirling under mineyour ardent fingers curlinglike a sculptoraround...
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MY YOUNG LIONS by Lynne D. Soulagnet
BONDAGEThe intensity of your glarecould sear my fleshburn a hole right through me.I compress myself into the chair,use a book as a shield.I have done it again,rubbed sandpaper on your wounds.What did I say...
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMN by Phil Kemp
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNby Phil Kemp INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNSunlight fading, a chill wind drives awaylast of the day’s heat; in the forestI walk through, the turning of green to redis my life,darkening in the dusk.I am...
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THE CROSS-TOWN by Eileen Valentino Flaxman
THE CROSS-TOWNby Eileen Valentino Flaxman The Cross-Townmakes its way in fits and starts, dayin and day out, from the east side tothe west and the doors hiss and thebrakes screech and people get on andoff,...
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IF A TREE FALLS by Diane Webster
IF A TREE FALLSby Diane Webster
MALFUNCTION
Summer heat surfs up southern wall,slithers into swamp cooler ventsto vaporize water meant to soothehumans inside the office thusconverting cooler into heater.
The woman perspires when no onelistens to facts...
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BEES by Robin Ray
BEES
by Robin Ray
Steepest of Hills
Who can singwhen the water’s edged,mouths are paste dry,fruit trees stand barrenas virgin tides?
Step after stepup that steepest of hills,hungry vampire stoneslive off the burst blistersof innocent seekers.
Kippers in the...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
Charades and questions become new mode of talking:Where the word “medicine” and hand’s...
THE SAME BOAT by R. S. Stewart
THE SAME BOATby R. S. Stewart THE SAME BOATThe contraption we still cling tohas layers of catastrophe lowerthan the steeper ones we soughtin our daily dreams, sailingor swimming safely to shoreand out again, the thought...