Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Digging Up Dirt Drawing in the sand Sometimes I find treasure I dig deeper Rooftop Season On top of the roof Looking in all directions I find solitude Stars in our Eyes With stars in our eyes Adventure is calling Continue reading Haiku by Mary Bone
Missing in Action Odd fellow who does odd jobs in the neighborhood four seasons of the year has disappeared in high summer and his customers are nervous. The grass is getting high and the wives of old-timers are upset because Continue reading Missing in Action by Donal Mahoney
A Way to Fight Child Abuse Wonder Woman they call Sylvia, who excels at raising money to put child abusers in prison. The money she raises allows attorneys to prosecute the accused and track their appeals. When Joan hears about Continue reading A Way to Fight Child Abuse by Donal Mahoney
If Yogi Were Alive If America is lucky it might still happen. That lawsuit about the university accused of bilking students might go to trial and the accused might be convicted. And something proof positive might emerge about that private Continue reading If Yogi Were Alive by Donal Mahoney
Trooping the Colors Since kindergarten Darius and Clarice have ridden the same bus to school from the city to way out in the suburbs. They’re the only black kids in 8th grade. Their schoolmates have welcomed them. They’re best friends Continue reading Trooping the Colors by Donal Mahoney
Open House at Shady Lane Herb’s a middle-age son with a big family and lots of pressure. Too busy to care for Mom and Pop so he drives to Shady Lane to see if he thinks they might like the Continue reading Open House at Shady Lane by Donal Mahoney
NOT EVEN HELL I lie naked on the couch, stuck inside while outside my window, still in shade the thermometer reads 99 degrees. Ten minutes ago I remember the wiltered flowers and went out to water them. I slipped on Continue reading Not Even Hell by Rich Quatrone
Halfway Downs Hard earth against them, they stubbornly scramble, leaving behind the struggle, faces streaked with poverty, setting jaws like flint against the scratch and spark of the world’s grasping flame, taking all hurtful steps, they stand straighter for it Continue reading Halfway Downs by JD DeHart
Beached Mermaid I washed up on the shore a beached mermaid, from some long ago folklore. Seaweed was in my hair, my side was hurting from being injured by a sailor’s oar. Pain was shooting from my fishtail. I was Continue reading Beached Mermaid by Mary Bone
Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? I plead the belly too. With no idea how it got there but Defoe found the loophole. It could have been beer, genetics, a high sodium diet, who knows? Continue reading Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? by Ryan Quinn Flanagan