I NEVER LEARNED TO SHUFFLE by Jordan Mattox
I Never Learned to Shuffle
Cards cling together,
but break in colliding
waterfalls of cardboard
not ending in order
but creating chaos of red
and black.
The game returns order,
Patterns picked and piled,
but once complete are
returned back to the sea
to find...
VOICES by Grace Nask
Backwards
People say time is a circle or line, but really, it’s a
Ray. It has one point fixed ages ago, and the rest shoots out like a line,
Moving forward and forward for all of eternity....
STATIC by E. Samples
Temporal Lapse, Chestnut Street
I move clay pots and watering cans,
plant chamomile under cloudy first light,
emerald clover velvety against shins.
There’s a song in my head with no place to go;
I hum notes in the rising...