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if ever I sit
beside
calm waters
surely
this
flying beetle
will
smack my face
~Sharon
Ferrante
Growing Pains
I laid down in the grass today,
but it wasn't the same
as it used to be
when I was a kid.
I couldn't sense the Earth
spinning beneath me
or imagine anything magical
beyond the flat sky.
It just felt like I was waiting
for the worms to take me.
~Gabriel Bates
Minutes
evil
thoughts
tall
shadow on a
detached
garage
Mildly
schnockered ranting with adorable senior neighbors never in my
lifetime would I ever
have thought I’d hear these old conservative
white people decrying: “My God, they
shouldn’t do that!”
Indeed!
That’s
all we
were
ever saying!
~Jerome
Berglund
eight
years old
investing
all my money
in
sea-monkeys
~Roberta
Beach Jacobson
Brook
Lint
six
degrees of pancetta :: ombudsperson
Long
Island entire and enough
by
Asclepius I swear – bread and multiplication tables
beyond
rye the fool’s journey
candlelight
vigil :: ownership of thunder
~Jerome
Berglund
in
the beginning
I’m
the breath
of
a dinosaur
~Sharon Ferrante
Insurgents
prehistoric
shield bugs
slip through the chinks
~JL
Huffman
Apostate
Learn
today that most tire places are closed on Sundays this I must
question as people get
flats on
that day as often as any we’d rather be praying and resting too
assure you but
vehicles must be made drivable.
the
manager smashes
one
dish after another –
everyone
cheers!
~Jerome
Berglund
poets
say
they
can read minds
I
wonder
could
I put words
to
your screams
~Sharon Ferrante
Fruit
Pies
mostly
garbage dog food begat begat begat
Owatonna
best budget inn
moon
past a chimney forced perspective
the
prologues to epaulettes
writing
with motion a migrant
~Jerome
Berglund
your
thoughts and my thoughts
appear simultaneously
moonlight
~Nani
Mariani
lobotomy
morning
sunlight’s golden honey drizzled decadently, so abundant even
Venetian blinds’
shadows can look promising in such a light graham
crackers and candy corn sandbars with
exposed shoulders girl with
lilies by Rivera every speck of dust and scratch on the table
glass comes into startling clarity
pine
cones decompose
the
crack has gotten
wide
and green
~Jerome
Berglund