COMA PATIENT BY DAN KELTY
Long rubbery fingers prod
me inquisitively, as if I’m
some rare yielding fauna, hardly
sentient.
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BLUES BY MIRANDA PEERY
When we danced that night
in the pulsing blue smoke –
I dreamt of endless road trip summers
one dirty bar to the next –
a never-ending cruise on the knife edge
between child and adulthood –
of waking up dirty with grass in my hair
and smiling at you through the haze
of still-not-sober.
Holy Cow By John J. Petrolino III
Just a small dash of milk to my coffee
lifts the heat and takes away bitterness.
At five Ante Meridiem,
the universe cracks open, light and warmth
Spread across the Verdant Mountain valley.
LONG WAY DOWN BY RONY NAIR
The next child watches bike tracks being filmed,
ten steps from vultures hovering around,
endless garbage bins.
KINTSUGI, GOLDEN JOINERY BY BRUCE PARKER
Her face is not perfect, scored by sorrows,
eyes shattered and wet.
A cracked mirror
shows her face.
A MOMENT OF FIREFLIES BY JOHN MCCLUSKEY (EXCERPT)
Michael looked at his watch and saw that it was time to leave for ten-thirty Mass. Lily remained in the bedroom, the door closed. A few sleepy sounds could be heard from Meggy’s bedroom. David felt relieved that his mother would have to stay home with Meggy again; he did not want to see the whole family together in one place just yet…
Read MoreONE DIARY AND TWO CARS BY MARY BETH O’CONNOR
She cautioned us about the large green containers at the supermarket, “Until you girls turn five, I can put you in that bin and send you back to the Used Kids Store. Some parents do it for no reason at all, but I will only return you if you keep disobeying me.”
Read MoreHEAVENLY BY DANIEL L. LINK
“You’ve got to take me,” she said, reaching across the table and taking my hand; “I need to go.” It was getting harder all the time for me to keep the pain from showing. My Lorraine, Lord bless her. I didn’t want that on her conscience, not on top of everything else.
Read MoreWE WERE LIKE THAT ONCE BY SHOLA ASANTE
Her eyes were wide and inquisitive, and she had a habit of leaning forwards when walking, as if rushing headlong to meet the world. She had never lived outside of England and this was her first visit to Africa.
Read MoreYOUR PIETY BY DANIEL DAVID
Your piety, blind sword wielded in temple, church, mosque,
in vast expanse of desert, desolate sanctum sanctorum,
must end.
GLITTERING COMFORTS BY MARIANNE LYON
insomnia grips me
wool blanket, flashlight
collection of star poems
AUGUST 27TH BY ELLY MCCARTHY
I thought you saw love
Along the lines of my palms;
