Mother Receding By Michael O’Keefe
Lips cracked, dry, sometimes bleeding
Her eyes a scornful accusation
Her once robust self an emaciated shadow of its former character
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CRAB BY ANNE DRURY
I floated in on last night’s tide
my small body tossed and twisted
until I ceased to exist in physical form
IT’S NOT MUCH OF A WORLD WITHOUT UNICORNS BY JILLIAN MCKELVEY
In the drive-through at Tim Horton’s, I shout into the roadside speaker and order two toasted bagels with cream cheese, two blueberry filled donuts, and two small mango smoothies.
Read MoreCOWBOYS AND FISTFIGHTS BY BRAD DONALDSON
Coins slapped the soggy wood in front of me. I placed my empty bottle down and slouched on the bar, my bare elbows lying in spilt beer and cheap tequila.
Read MoreAT THE CAFÉ BY PERRY BELLOS
This is where I read the daily news,
over coffee. I don’t use a tablet.
I caress paper, trace the folds, the fiber,
compelled to feel the aches of trees
under my fingers.
A FIERY HOPE BY HILARY LEATHEM
It is the smoke that gives birth
To possibility.
NEW ENEMY BY MIKE NATALEWICZ
I remember when my body was a friend
And now it fights me every step of the way
DISAPPEARING ACT BY GEORGE H. NORTHRUP
Hair turns gray,
face wrinkles,
coffin closes.
A POE MOMENT BY TIMOTHY MARTIN
I will tell you this: take these stones,
the mortar that looks good enough to eat,
the trowel I had the foresight
to bring on a first descent.
Go to work.
Absence of Wind By Meriah Murphy
As I listen to the wind
I hear it changing pitch
When this happens
I like to think of you
