At His Wake by Michael Ashley you muffled it not so much a laugh more a murmur best you could muster given the setting- an old man’s pub The Oak [decayed] where every seat has a name a face neither... Continue Reading →
Untitled by R. Welch At a certain point each Spring, after the confidence of crocuses has been confirmed, and the daffodils have come and gone, the cherry trees turn the streets where I live into ribbed, pink throats, and to... Continue Reading →
Different by J.P. Plunkett You tried so hard but it just wasn’t enough Your green leaves, plastic under The artificial sunlight. Your soil, just rocks. You wish just to be stronger. You feel abandoned because I Never took care of... Continue Reading →
A Torrid Street Affair by Melanie Browne I bumped into a man on the street in Paris, “Mademoiselle,” He says, “Excusez-moi,” a glorious moment, my short Paris romance with a French speaking stranger, and just like that he walks away,... Continue Reading →
Shapezoids by Anastacia Tolbert what if people were shapes squares, circles & especially triangles angular pinnacles sounding off like thumped thimbles inside an open space of pyramid & geometry what if the equation were simple & you were either/neither kite... Continue Reading →
Gentle Spray by KJ Hannah Greenberg Gentle spray, your words lay Inscribed upon my heart: true Feather touches, your style Calms, restores faith, plus renews. Unwise trumps sought softer plums, Hid language once welcomed, While I, shied, huddling. Such Music... Continue Reading →
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