Trickster by Peter M. Gordon Coyote discovers Florida Our Hopi trickster god Colonizes Appalachicola Dwells in the central swamp Amidst Seminole ghosts I see Coyote’s sign while walking my dogs Eviscerated possums on side streets Emptied abandoned garbage cans Paw... Continue Reading →
Burning Question By Christine Catalano I wait around to see the smoke rise, when spirit meets sky at last. What color? Will it be black or white like a papal election? Or like his fur, still soft the last time... Continue Reading →
Silly Season by Margaret Fieland "Do you remember any jokes, Mom?" My six-year-old stares at me. Violinist at the Pearly Gates? Jesus golfing? Mathematician, physicist, and engineer? Nah. Anything we told each other as kids is politically incorrect. "Besides lightbulb... Continue Reading →
It Comes Down to This by Kay Robertson I sit alone in a sunny room at the adult family home, waiting for a caregiver to wheel me to dinner. In the hall I hear a familiar voice, “Help me, help... Continue Reading →
To the Fallen Soldier by Elizabeth McBride Across the state they flew the flags at half-mast for you. And rains washed sorrow over your sweet yesterdays and our tomorrows. “Fallen” just does not describe a life lived far above the... Continue Reading →
Window Dressing by Margaret Fieland Chalk it up to naivete, fecklessness, exhibitionism, or poor vision, but I never consider someone across 86th street, a street as wide as Madison Avenue could see into our building. "You live on thirteen?" Robert... Continue Reading →
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