Thrift by Byron Beynon
Flowers that dream in a seascape; an inquisitive stillness when the curious gaze at starlight, completed characters glimmering in a focus of sky, notes at midnight sprinkled like comet’s dust falling spectral…
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Visit to Fern Hill by Byron Beynon
I walked there, following the road three miles or so out of Llansteffan’s reach. That unhurried summer the tranquil Tywi flowed through high August country as the abundant sun made salt, soon…
Separate Song by Tim Gardiner
Four a.m. again, and you’re bursting into beautiful melody. Chirping cheerily from the gutter, awake, and not tired, yet sometimes I wish you’d shut up. Misty glass separates joy and sorrow the…
Grumpy April Morning by Michael Mark
Go back! I have no response to your warmth, your nearly bursting buds, hundred-legged crawlies. Can’t you quiet the birds? My words have turned dormant in your joy.
Robin Had No Speed Limit by Michael Mark
You needed to see him in concert with a group to tell each other later what was so funny your ears couldn’t keep up your mind couldn’t keep up your breath couldn’t…
The Purpose of a Flower by Michael Mark
is not to attract a bee or praise, or decorate the bride, or say what words can’t. As it is, in its own seed, beneath the dirt, about to bloom, after its…
Blind George by Lynn F Hoffman
old george is blind and he walks north on passyunk avenue not counting his steps, just brailing the sidewalk with his feet. he’s got years in on this job, he hears his…
Unreachable by Jackie Maugh Robinson
Do we assign human traits to animals and wax rhapsodic about the miracles of nature because somewhere deep within ourselves we remember when the world was unformed and lonely… When I touch…
Night Escape by Jackie Maugh Robinson
dreams forgotten play out truth moments unchronicled lost to consciousness joining parting Lasers of day light pry under lids to burn away the residue of insight and night escape All that’s left…
Haying by Bill Melton
Sometimes my mind will wander back To those not so distant early years And recall so many things Full of work, play, happiness and tears. Sometimes when August heat is blazing And…
Plain Rides by Nicole Hampton
Big metal cutting through the air The lion of the sky I am impenetrable in its womb I soar Palm to hard Plexiglas Floating through the atmosphere When I was little I…
Goodbye to Galaxy Girl by Stephen Reynolds
My Dearest Laura, It kills me to have to write this letter, but I feel like I’m out of options. We’ve had an incredible decade together, full of laughs and love. We’ve…
Train Platform Bestiary by James Morris
There’s Sad Mister Ponytail. Hairline beating a middle-aged retreat in front, sorry graying squiggle in the back. Every day, in all weathers, he wears a leather vest and cowboy boots for the…
Illusions by Gabrielle Reid
He never faced me; it was like he was afraid of looking in to my eyes. In my office, I had a mirror along one wall, and he used to stand there,…
Leviathan by P.J. McCain
I’ve never flown before. Although I told her that I have once, when I was younger. I didn’t know what to expect outside of things I’ve seen in movies: drink carts, long-legged…
Catch Match .com by Gloria g. Murray
Maybe I should have worn the blue top instead of the black. It shows off my purple rose tattoo. Hmmm, too late now. Hope I put enough deodorant on. Oh well, the…
After Swimming Practice by Charles Haddox
Jill Morgenstern stared at the catchment pond full of dark brown runoff from the streets, a pond that the neighborhood kids called Peat’s Moss. She was observing a family of mallard ducks…
Caution Falling Mice by Steven Wiley
Richard Lyons was rich. He lived in an affluent Chicago suburb and was neighbors with other affluents who tasted craft beer on weekends. Some even brewed it. He would drink nothing but…
Yeye by Connor Bjotvedt
Mama said before she went away that all great people don’t die, they just turn into something you don’t expect. Mama went away two years ago. She was out on the street…
Personal Effects by Kendra Liedle
Sarah’s grocery cart was nearly empty-- save for a package of toilet paper, some Daisy razors and a carton of Neapolitan ice cream. She had wanted it to be a quick stop,…