Close the Door Softly, on Your Way Out, Clark Kent by Miriam N. Kotzin
I could see he was nervous
without his glasses
as he loosened his tie,
unbuttoned his shirt...
Rhetorical Questions About the Ultimate Cause by Richard Fein
Is my bare foot cut because of a single glass sliver.
Or is my foot lacerated because I was too distracted
to put my shoes on or do a careful job of sweeping.
Is my blood now on the floor because she said we were through...
Spool by Christopher Owens
I carry an empty spool in my left front pocket
to remind me of loose ends
that I never want tied up
and sometimes I ponder on the irony
of having it in these jeans...
Brine Memories by Melissa Marr
REMOVED AT THE POET'S REQUEST
Wishing for Another Life by Dan Allawat
We watched our children at play
Running and laughing and jumping
Like miniature, happier versions of ourselves...
The Winter of Persephone by Arlene Ang
She watches her belly grow daily. Sometimes
the quake of a fetal kick topples her
from Charon's boat. More than once lapping waves
open to drag her back to darkness...
Our First Apartment by Thomas O'Connell
Remember lying awake that first night. Listening to
the neighbors stump upstairs and learning the clatter
of the pipes in the walls. The lights from the parking
lot next door keeping us awake...
The Magnolia Tree by Julie McGuire
Each day on my way
to work, I pass
the Magnolia tree.
In springtime I marvel
at its fleeting beauty, weeping...
