once in a
blue mo(o)nster
~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
walk at dusk
the same stranger
at
every turn
~Arvinder Kaur
30 years dead
Still
haunting the same places
~Steve Van Allen
frosted pumpkins
an abandoned home groans
with
trespassers
~Anna Cates
Edwina
Applies
Deathly
Gaze
Before
Eating
~Richard Magahiz
reaching out
to window ledge
gargoyles
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
poems about war
bleed from my pen
I thought
Vietnam
was the only one
to
break my heart - silly me
~Pris Campbell
Hallway
I am haunted by hallways. If you were to pop open
my skull, you’d find an endless maze of gray nowhere
corridors. I am inhabited by lobbies and tunnels,
airport terminals and empty shopping malls. It’s a
common fear. We are unsettled by these perpetual threshold
places, where we stand hesitating, never becoming, never arriving,
because there is no thread, no way out of this labyrinth, and at
the
center of ourselves is the beast we have to face, or not.
~Lauren Scharhag
the circles
of condensation
on underside of glass table
harder to wipe away —
wherefore
art thou royal
~Jerome Berglund
The Moon Doesn’t Ask
why I’m here in the halls of midnight.
It recognizes kinfolk, someone who knows
what it’s like to always be on the downward slope
of the teeter-totter. We are both made of other people’s secrets. To soothe others
we had to be this collection of debris,
not born, but bezoars excreted from
unimaginable
creatures.
~Lauren Scharhag
A Few Martinis
over drinks
she spills
her drink
over drinks
he spills
state
secrets
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
no-tell motel
keeping their secrets
…
fleas
~Thomas Tilton