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