inamorata of the deep
frozen into their thousand-year dreams,
feed wryly upon one another.
Summer Return by Mihaela Tudor
She’s sitting on his bed,
Can’t remember the deaf or the blind,
The souvenir of illo tempore is lost
With her once at his forgotten side,
Cheers to(o) by Terceira A. Molnar
your lips,
cut like razors,
tap dancing on inapt destinies.
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini To give my thought a body I choose a corps de ballet I’d have it dance excogitate acrobatic tricks see it dancing about on the air I’d create suitable tools to enable it strengthen its intuitions an athletic corps endowed with poetic ripples hither and thither peepin’n the show enormously […]
Patterns by John Sibley Williams
Down the steep drop-off to sea
without plummeting.
Comic Book Fantasy by SMC Wamsteker
His gift to me: a concealed mirage in an urban wasteland,
tucked away behind Taco Bell and a 76.
Outside, Inside by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson
Outside, Inside by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson On the outside, I smile. I socialize, I laugh, I have a good time… And most of the time, It works. On the inside, I cry. I worry, I wonder, I feel hopeless and afraid… And most of the time, It hurts. On the outside, I sing. I am strong, […]
2% Milk by Amanda Wall
The milk you gave me was skim. I wanted two percent, I would’ve even taken one.
Something She Feels by Marissa Dubecky
Pale mountains in the examining room
Scoops of ice cream from the A & P
Cold and hard peaks, like your utensils
At the Confluence and Beyond by Haris Adhikari
Much noise there is
when two sprightly streams
bump into each other, bringing forth
Comfort Food by Jean Varda
think of warm baked bread
melting butter with crunchy crust
think of casseroles one after the other
Refinishing the Round Oak Table by William Doreski
Refinishing the round oak table
refinished twenty years ago
I stroke the grain so gently
the pattern gets under my skin.
A Turning of the Season by Adam Hollingsworth
Just relax,
The numbness hits first;
You Noticed by Ivan Jenson
Sometimes
I just disappear
into the patterns
Heritability by Laura LeHew
I met you when I was 40
I met you because I was the black sheep of the new family
I met you because you were the black sheep of the old family
I met you at a Denny’s