finding the edge
of a flat earth
falling falling
~Kathy Watts
in his smile
the glint of a fang—
another wolf
~Kimberly Kucar
her red hood . . .
you can hardly see
the blood
~Kimberly Kucar
gene
the green we’re swimming
~J. D. Nelson
ouchminster brady a pair of socks
~J. D. Nelson
the odor of dollar bills you were in my dream
~J. D. Nelson
I’m not in the dream the day I seem to be
~J. D. Nelson
punctuation
I use parentheses
to prevent my words from spilling over
~Marie Derley
can't play it
can't sell it--
the old silver flute
~Ruth Holzer
carry on
with your temper tantrum
I'll lie here
in my room in the dark
and think of my dead lovers
~Ruth Holzer
Sand
The prophet went walking.
The walking broke in half.
The halves become a chrysalis.
The chrysalis eats the dead.
The dead run down like red clocks.
The red clocks open the rain.
Rain bleeds a prophet.
It is walking on meaning like sand.
~Noah Berlatsky
trimming trees
she lops off
his fingers
~Nancy Brady
graveyard
extension —
now you can die as many
times as you like
~Maurizio Brancaleoni
