Binocular Vision
An owl’s laugh
within her smile
is an obvious omen
that her feathered heart
is strained and confined
beyond the
270 degree vision.
She promises to love me
but not until
her wings are muffled.
~R. Gerry Fabian
swimming in suburbia
life can be so good
without
a name
~Mike Fainzilber
late bloomer
another abstract flower
for
the hospice wall
~dan smith
the
long hallways of the hardhearted
~Patrick Sweeney
mazarine
blue in the parking lot sky of his loss
~Patrick Sweeney
too
brief moments silence becomes heavy when the noise stops
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
maybe
the lesson is to go down a road with no stars
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
the blank checks and imbalances
of
the three branches of government
~Patrick Sweeney
the only hero
who
could ever
save
me was me.
~linda m. crate
frozen ground
the
grudge
she
holds
~Ingrid
Bruck
ring around the rosie
they
have us
sing songs
of the plagues
which never knew
our names,
while giving us
plagues that do.
~linda
m. crate
Clark
Kent always came to dinner over the holidays;
only my father knew who he really was…
~Patrick Sweeney
science
fair
student
disqualified when his project
eats
the judge
~John J. Dunphy
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