By: Terry Trowbridge Brussels sprout sorbetsaid the terrorist in the kitchentaking the birthday boy’ssocial life hostagethose chocolate cake eyesfocused on tomorrow’s eight flamesconsidering the limits pick up his clothes then whatclean the cat boxvacuum the stairswash the carbut then he…
By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the wind. ### FIVE BEATING HEARTS Witness the worms…
By: Vanaja Malathy Where have they all gone? Where have all my dear and near ones gone?their memories heal and reinvigorate my mindand at times stifle and sting my heart.i feel I am standing in the midst of a barren…
By John RC Potter It’s always darkest before the dawn 1968:“You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted.Absent sister, worried motherFalling window, bleeding fingerShe came home late, up to no good.Troubled sister, curious brotherRunning feet, falling snowShe ran away into…
By: Daniel Millard There is a woundingA psychic bruiseNot an actual memoryBut my body knowsI feel it deeplyInside of sickened bones When I was 27, you told meWhat you used to do to meAs a baby boyYou said it right…
By: James Maloney Ask the lines of late Januaryin which marrow either is or is not.Declared four gases from the tongue,against our stride on Heritage trail. What is the shape of our character? Declared oak-rooted shoots as lignin tissue.Cross measures…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto Domestic animals are counted as a property of their owners.Property!(I need another word; my beloved cat is my family.) Ann Samolyk rescued her neighbor’s dog from drowning in a canal.The dog was saved unharmed, butAnn has been…
By: Roger G. Singer CAPTURED moonlighton the driftof your face pauses to gazethe beauty as your handshields thefountains ablazewithin your eyesfrom a moonjealous ofyour youthfulheart ### BELOW strong gravestone name, date, a story moss and lichencompete for space withered flowers…
By: Andrea Myinga There are no worries,If all you want is your selfEarth peopled with strangersThey first care for themselves. Look around at least to find oneThe sun might fall downLeaving your eyes on streetsCatching none who put anyone first…
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Birth and deathreset clocksbells toll on both. Heady winds thwartsailors and politicians. Paying attention is anessential navigational instrument. Fog and stumblingproduce clarity. There is a broader range of truthin ramblings and doodles. To get perspective,tip over a…