LIN by John Sweet
LINby John Sweet
the captain, the sinking ship
and we will do something orbetter yetwe will do nothingand the lawns will all be green
the doors will be kicked inand the children draggedout into the streets
the votes...
SOUTHERN RAINS by Fabrice Poussin
Gnawing at the Flesh
Teeth gnaw at the flesh belowhungry to erase what was once sweet.
There is a throbbing beatingat the rhythm of a dying heart.
It feeds to grow like a playing ballmade of rebar...
WITH A GUITAR by Mark J. Mitchell
WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell
A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM
Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but people die. Their small gamesend sharply. A hasty burglar slips....
IMMORTALITY by Manuel Madera
IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera
ImmortalityConfessions last— The snow plummets to The nameless ground we Have crossed and hopped Along the sidewalk of evermore We stroll and skate I did not know I did not Whether true...
PULL OVER by Peter Mladinic
PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic
Pull Over
Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please.
By the time you get backinto parkway traffic,life as you’ve known itwill...
THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs
THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs
The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be shallow on the roads of anxiety...
EXHALE by Diane Webster
EXHALEby Diane Webster
DEATH BURIED
Plastic tulips and silk rosespretend they grow aroundmy parents’ gravestone.
Still not allowing themtruth after all these yearsdead in the groundin their forever-home caskets.
Stone-faced names chiseledlike Russian smilesin black and white photosof...
FROM ABOVE by Roger Singer
FROM ABOVEby Roger Singer
FROM ABOVE the bones of wordsremain behindlike rumpled sheetswithout memory of sleepas day tossesa mixed salad of walkingand arriving the hours melt intothe water of day time slows foranxious eyeswhile rain marks windowsand umbrellas...
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STILL LIFE by Sarette Albin
STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin
Still Life
In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly white.The space my head had lain a moment before,Nothing now...
SPOT ON MY BACK by George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been washedsince my last divorceI go through...