Wind
Chimes
~Michael
Lee Johnson
The
wind chimes,
silver-tongued
on
the balcony today,
different
sounds—
cool,
metallic laughter—
in
all different directions.
My
thoughts chase
after
them
~Michael
Lee Johnson
graveside
service
blowing
across the cemetery
a
dropped tissue
~John
J. Dunphy
swallowing
fear a biscuit afraid for the throat
~Peter
Jastermsky
this
could be anything what she meant by unfocused
~Peter
Jastermsky
Cat
Story Problem
Shave
the cat.
From
the fur make another cat.
The
cat eats the fur.
The
cat coughs it up.
The
cat eats the hairball.
How
many cats do you have?
One
cat around all the cats.
You
have to shave it to find out.
~Noah
Berlatsky
X-Files
the
need to believe
in
humanity
~Joanna
Ashwell
three
wishes
from
the Genie
rain
becoming prayer
~Joanna
Ashwell
forgetting
my own name
no
box check
for
an eclipse
~Joanna
Ashwell
I
couldn't stop being me, so I left the room, the town, and the
country
~Patrick
Sweeney
we're
the family that talks all at once
about
six different things
in
three languages
~Patrick
Sweeney
high
above my supervisor's imperatives,
I'm
racing a gray squirrel across the power line
~Patrick
Sweeney
my
dentist Theseus
got
lost in the labyrinth
of
my mouth, with
out
a thread of dental floss
to
guide him home
~Oliver
Kleyer
made
up
of
the star-stuff
cosmos
within me
~Tejendra
Sherchan
Bridging
the gap
feeling
the winds sway
as
I hold on by a thread
there
is no reprieve -
how
long can I bridge the gap
before
it all falls apart
~Joanne
Macias
funeral
rites
we
wonder why the fisherman
never
throws them back
~John
Hawkhead
squirming
maggots
the
dictator’s soul goes
its
separate ways
~John
Hawkhead
release
of UFO files
drone light shows
before they existed
~Douglas
J. Lanzo
calm
down a little we’re all in a rush pouring more coffee
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
rose-colored
reality in the rose garden
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
clock
ticking shape of kimono tea under the moon
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
ice-cream
vendor
his
name
a
tax haven
marchand
de glaces
son
nom
un
paradis fiscal
~Marie
Derley
before it falls—
a beaver hears
the tree
~Kimberly
Kuchar
I
got nothin…
a
mason jar empty
of
fireflies
~Sharon
Ferrante
Revolution
Is
a revolution in the end a good mother?
~Partha
Sarkar
banyan
roots —
a
tale that started
eons ago
~Mona
Bedi
sea
washed rocks what life makes of us
~Mona Bedi
window
seat I enter the clouds
~Mona Bedi
old
age the length of an empty day
~Mona
Bedi
