Ghazal of the Cyanide Almond by Jane Blue The little cyanide almond exposed inside the peach. The teakettle whimpering instead of whistling. The pain of last week is gone. An earthquake has rattled Tokyo. Someone is mowing, always mowing, slashing... Continue Reading →
ROOTBOUND by Karen J. Fox Each day the trees beside Middle River watch their reflections and wish they could run away with the water. They tug at their roots and flail arthritic branches tying to see what lies beyond and... Continue Reading →
After the Autopsy by Elizabeth McBride The poem is dry and shriveled, pinned on the whiteboard its organs neatly laid on sterile trays labeled with blue and purple odorless dry ink, the music of its synchronicity now diagrammed on separate... Continue Reading →
The Island Dog by Tricia McCallum He is everyone’s, Yet he is no one’s. Vacationers arrive, discover him, dote on him for two weeks, then disappear. He is their holiday project, a story they’ll tell over dinner at home. Some... Continue Reading →
Rant by Margaret Fieland I'm sorry for going off on you, spewing about unreasonable expectations, co-workers' incompetence, long hours, terminal fatigue, and never-ending crisis mode. I went to yoga and meditated. I'm calmer. But, man, lay off. Born and raised... Continue Reading →
Forecasting Hemlines by M.R. Smith Weather will come in its own fashion. Dark evening dress, sharp jewelry meant to kill, sometimes light and blousy. Today it is straight-legged and lined out clean, a casual bearing trying to portray confidence and... Continue Reading →
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