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PATHWAYS BY LUCIA HAASE
Most bridges wear the slow burn of time. Parts remain intact. This journey back and forth. I need to stop. More. And not by accident. Peer beneath. What really is reflecting? The rush? The traffic? I need more. A ship moves....
Read MoreADIRONDACK AUTUMN BY LUCIA HAASE
Mountains before me and mountains behind me, flame up in gold and red. Sunset’s glow reflects in water, breeze stirred. Gentle flow of memory, all leaves—each branch entwined stirs a winded Blue Mountain Lake, in mind as I...
Read MoreUNHAPPY IN THEIR OWN WAY BY ANNIKA BAJAJ
When you climb so high that you can’t see the ground, you can easily believe that there is no ground that you can just go back to before it all started; and everything will be okay. From that point, it only takes a couple steps...
Read MoreGONE BY SHARON SCHOLL
People I knew once that fit like puzzle pieces in the jigsaw of my life pass though my mind like curtains lifting in a summer breeze. Victims of time that slips past unmarked, vanishing to memory Lost down the miles, the slow...
Read MoreSKIN HUNGER BY SHARON SCHOLL
Our glances touch through sheets of plexiglass. in checkout lines. Our arms fake-hug friends by large empty gestures. We laugh at our frustrations from where we stand on taped lines at prescribed intervals. Not the Black Death,...
Read MoreAPPARITION BY SHARON SCHOLL
Some nights I watch myself drowsing and feel time slipping like a phantom through the dark hours. Unable to launch myself from the continent of consciousness into the placid sea of sleep, I nurse a vague distrust in the hidden...
Read MoreASHES BY SHARON SCHOLL
Shall I be scattered or located? Strewed across a waveless tide to sift slowly down to sand or perched upon a mantle as anonymous black box? Shall I disappear leaving no duties of recall, no obligations for a yearly trudge of...
Read MoreONE HUNDRED DAYS OF SOLITUDE BY HONGLIN ZHU
Many days later, as I lay on the bean bag chair to take my siesta, I would remember my last contact with humanity on those cold, windy days. At that time no one had expected that the remote virus would spread as readily as...
Read MoreTHE BROADEST WORD BY JONATHAN BRACKER
“And now the award for the broadest word In the English language. The envelope, please.” Packed audience waits with somewhat bated breath. Celebrity slits the large envelope, draws out the card, Scans it quickly, then smiling...
Read MoreWHAT DO YOU MEAN, HOW AM I DOING? NOW? BY JONATHAN BRACKER
Asked how he is doing, an old man answers In words he never would have used When he was young, “What do you mean, How am I doing? “Now?” Knowing that how he is doing Will change, his thoughts fluctuate, His actions, or lack of...
Read MoreAFTER TUCKING MYSELF IN BY JONATHAN BRACKER
I had difficulty remaining asleep last night. Thrashing, I kicked the sliding blankets worse. Then comforting words came to my mind – and they Came more than once – “Good night. Good night. Sleep tight.” I thought I heard them...
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