The van’s windows reflected the starless sky. Logan staggered toward the vehicle, wondering if someone inside could help. Blood streamed down his right leg and there was a gash on his temple. He clutched his lower abdomen, where...
Read Moresome days I sit on the inside of my windows grief calling to me, loud other days I venture out into the world grief a quiet whisper some days it’s a blur with grief calling and me covering my ears saying la, la, la, la, la I...
Read Morehow can I fill this page when the only words that come freely to mind are hollow I walk through the page as if it isn’t there as if I am not here but truly it is you who are...
Read MoreI read a grief tip today learn to embrace the and I can hold two truths at the same time and this is 100% me I miss you so much and you are everywhere I am struggling to accept that you’re gone and I’m flattened by the depth of...
Read MoreCAWWWW, CAWWW I heard the crow call out Several times during the night It woke me from my sleep Though only momentary And I was dreaming again CAWWW, CAWWW It woke me again Annoying crow, Black in the blackness Keeping me from...
Read MoreReturn to Ithaca after the war? Not bloody likely, with Odysseus beating me like a mired mule when I dared question the wisdom of our oh so lofty kings and princes grabbing all the booty at war’s triumphant end, when we...
Read MoreBecause Baby Bruno’s parents are Deadheads, we buy him Dancing Bears tops: laughing bruins tumbling all over each other. We imagine Bruno resplendent in the new shirt he’ll most likely outgrow in a few weeks, so we can buy him...
Read MoreA fly has dared to intrude upon our home though we live eleven stories high and what’s a crazy fly doing elevating itself so? Every now and then it buzzes by, quieter than a mosquito’s dive-bomb whine, less threatening but...
Read MoreA fun word to say, to play around with Tom’s clever way to paint that fence Gullible pals taken under sway while we readers Hooray! But let’s not cheer when brazen leaders prey on compatriots use bald-faced lies, bribes—such...
Read Moreslant sun where a road cuts through the forest leaves burnished brown and falling warm today but cold awaits us and the trees will be gaunt again and bare Tony Reevy’s previous publications include poetry, non-fiction and...
Read MoreMy own morality; my own mind. It’s the only thing that can stop me. A small plane drifts overhead, gentle on the breeze. Then, revs up, soars high, dives— guns blaze. Fiberglass fishing boat shatters to shards, chunks of what...
Read MoreDiamond Hill Cemetery still too much wind in the trees gleaming new obelisk at the entrance— Love Hope the old talisman stones are gone but fresh ones cluster at the signpost’s base some pleas the same—cancer and some new—...
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