Cascades by Mike Berger It was a dreary day; dark and somber. The smell of moisture hung heavy in The air. It was still and cold. A gentle snow began to fall; it broke the dark spell. Fluffy flakes danced... Continue Reading →
OVER BREAKFAST by Joan Colby We argue about the mattress. You prefer firm while I Like some give. It’s the same With textures. I want crisp While you fancy mushy. I insist on reason, you go for Guesswork, yet where... Continue Reading →
THOUGH LEVON HELM IS DEAD by Mark Jackley After nearly losing a finger, my wife watched the turtle move to the music of April beautifully, slowly, fiercely, rocking out a rhythm in the wet and glittering grass toward the pond.
My Sister-in law’s Cat by Helen Ohlson I’m sleeping with my sister-in-law’s cat on the side of a mountain deep in Georgia while I wait for God to make up his mind Caught up in the still fog hanging from... Continue Reading →
Not Untitled by Jennifer Hlawacz Place tray on plate…Push buttons, set for 5. You will have a tasty hot box of chemicaled convenience by the time you’ve finished not-walking to the gym. Don’t worry, I always follow directions: this poem... Continue Reading →
Skipping Rocks by Mike Berger One, two, three, four; yes, but--- why can't I get more than four skips before Sir Isaac Newton calls that rock back home? You don't need to know much about trigonometry or the cosine of... Continue Reading →
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