daddy long legs
a committee
of
movement
~Mark Gilbert
old house –
a pair of crows
on
the swing
~Daipayan Nair
monster under the bed her favorite toy
~Eavonka
Ettinger
emperor
moth I dream with four eyes
~Minal Sarosh
bite
of the flea October
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
Transylvania
an exorcist shining
his
cross
~Anna Cates
Frankenstein
knew how to
revive
the party
~Eavonka Ettinger
I
keep lying: yes, I think I can live
yes, I am inspired by
heartwarming stories
of people I have never met
and
hopefully never will
who have survived
terminal
illnesses
that are not mine
yes, I hate death
no,
I am not here
no, I am not writing this down
~Miriam Sagan
dashed
hopes the end of her ellipses
~Kelly Moyer
beach flea
burrows in the sand
threat
of war
~petro c.k.
ticks for lunch
fleas for dessert
possum
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
~Keith
Evetts
Curse
Our family graves are filled
with aunts, uncles, cousins
all struck down young by heart attacks,
that genetic earthquake lurking
in our DNA, waiting to implode.
As candles dim, I tell my husband,
when I go, cram the porch with chili peppers
for
how I used to be.
~Pris Campbell
blinding me
the golden tooth
of
my neighbor
~Minal Sarosh
bird solo cut short
the tape player
ate
my cassette
~petro c.k.
struck a star
like a piƱata
–sunburst
~Eavonka
Ettinger
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