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...
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...
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...