By: Mary P. Douglas The twins astonishingly entered the world on the day they were due The deliveries went as envisioned A boy and a girl, The parents were pleased. The twins’ lives commenced beginning the unspoken, lifetime competition. The…

By: Mary P. Douglas Rocketing to the moon, Stealing a star, maybe two, Observing the universe, Amazed by the view, Wishing I could share it with you, Maybe I am; maybe it’s me, you, and the moon, Sailing leisurely, Drifting…

By: Gauri Kadam The taut wire of a horizon The big ebullient blur of a sun It looked like a fantasy, not an intended pun The watery mirages of the sea fluttering like shirts hung to dry in cool breeze…

By: Robert A. Davies Bunker Hill Monument up the street! 18 year old discoverer come to gather signatures for Wallace. Iron beds wall to wall, such old people he has never seen and they so eager to see him. Though sensing…

By: Robert A. Davies Wake up, brother! Step out of your ashes – your step-brother insists! I believe you were born in Dorchester in 1930, I was 2. Our father abandoned both of us. You had a single mother lunch of…

By: Milt Montague weeks flow past in peaceful anonymity no thoughts to disturb the serenity I sit alone amidst my greenery life pulses in the slow lane surrounded by my green friends the philodendrons and pothos need but water and…

By: Milt Montague spiky leaves of burnt orange growing up, out, and curving down revealing it’s black spots this is how they got their name but really …..then it should be leopard lilies large stamens shouting to the bees come,…

By: E. Martin Pedersen I’ll scratch your new car door with my old car key welcome to the hood wagon walk by when the street is empty ——————crezeschz——————– then don’t look back or scratch. You possess what I’d never want…

By: E. Martin Pedersen BRAAAAASH electro-shock buzzer jump-starts the tiny crowd It’s chilly in here, I’m chilly dry salty mouth At first they’re falling down a lot, like drunks on marbles sticks clack make good passes that are not picked up…

By: E. Martin Pedersen Marianna can’t stand the sound of chewing She can’t sit with grandpa She leaves the table or makes us all self-conscious because she’s on record She can’t stand the sound of chewing ——————- SHE IS SO WRONG…