THE SNOW MAN BY JOHN CALVIN HUGHES
You need a mind of winter
to endure in a land of summer…
So empty man,
who’s the happy genius of your house?
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SHE LAUGHS INSTEAD BY MARIANNE LYON
She screams like a belfry
rung by a madman
A DINNER PARTY BY WENDY TATLONGHARI BURG
“Why are we doing this again?” Crystal sat at the dining room table making lumpia from scratch. Her fingers smelled like garlic and pepper from handling the ground pork, and her neck ached from hunching over the table.
Read MoreIN THIS MOMENT BY SALLY STEVENS
my limbs ache for loss of you
and your absence leaves
black holes in my dreams.
Usually 6:30 By Meriah Murphy
When I wake up
I find that I hate morning
More than I did yesterday
I hate the way my eyes feel
A MATERIALIST PROTESTS BY BRAD JOHNSON
The best things in life may be
free but to enjoy them takes cash.
An Insomniac’s Loathsome Hue By Lauren Beckett
I got them four-in-the-morning blues.
Them tossy-turny, fight-the-light blues.
DATES FEEDING PRAYERS BY VALERIA KOGAN
The man in my dreams loves and hurts
In equal measure. I can’t tell if he’s you
MONSTERS BY MICHAEL O’KEEFE
The nightmare recurrent since I was small A presence malevolent, dark, looming, Hovering over like a vagrant evil The terror catches in my throat The screams strangled down to whimpers Even now, there is no relief in waking I...
Read MoreABOUT EMILY BY BRAD G. GARBER
what does one know of death
and immortality, without
the experience of life?
Whitman loved, Frost traveled
cummings worked, as did Stevens.
I TALK TO MYSELF BY SALLY STEVENS
Now why would that thought occur to me
On this glorious August morning,
With sunlight creeping
Through the Eucalyptus branches
A VIEW THROUGH MY WINDOW BY: MELISSA NORTHRUP
You cross the street and I finish polishing off the wood roll top desk, walk over to the window sill and reposition the booties.
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