I drove to my parents’ house forty miles south on a rainy November day. My mother’s call prompted the trip—one I had anticipated. She said she didn’t think it would be long until my father died. Essentially, if you want to say...
Read MoreRiding on the bus some June day riding through some steamy down-and-out metropolis, blocks and blocks of it; dirty streets, blasts of hot air assail us; it’s high noon all the time seems to be; we passengers slouch in the...
Read MoreThis sunny day not enough seeming transparent flimsy as a paper kite, it’s a pretense, a hoax; the sun’s a bright enough joke to poke through its evanescent scenery. Only one child under the bright sun plays alone in...
Read MoreHYDROTHERAPY GERALD KAMENS “Is this the Sea of Tranquility?” he yelled back to me, guffawing; “Hey, Ronald, you know where the actual sea’s located?” “Not a clue, Jake.” Jake was luxuriating in the large porcelain tub of warm...
Read MoreShe had been an undertaker’s wife for seven years. The mornings, she lay with her life projecting onto the back of her eyelids, between sheets that etched her skin with grains of foreign dirt. She bore witness to his livelihood...
Read MoreWho is he? I’m dead sure he didn’t graduate with us. Look. Standing behind him. Lola. How brave of her! I didn’t think she’d make it after our 45th. Who in the world— ninety degrees and wearing black. Look, there’s Irene. Yes,...
Read More–Black Hand Gorge, Central Ohio You left your clothes on a table rock jutting into the Licking River. At first glance they looked like a man as old skins look like snakes that sloughed them. There they lay...
Read MoreLong walk on the pier The cool ocean breeze blowing Refreshes my soul
Read MoreTime passes so quick Just raindrops on the windshield Slow down and enjoy
Read MoreSunday afternoon Relaxing on a pontoon Worries float away
Read MoreMotionless water Rain falling from the Heavens Ripples in the pond A.K. Finch is a writer, teacher, and poet. She lives in Southern California with her husband, daughter, rescue dog, and cat. Her poems have been published by The...
Read MoreVibrant green foliage surrounding my peripheral Steady flowing blue burbling stream Yellow brown slime covered rock path Fallen branches littering the foot-made mud path Abandoned graying spider webs whipping with the breeze ...
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