| Indecision on Aisle Seven
She imagines waking into another life
caviar for breakfast... |
by Ruth Daigon |
| Nereid
When I died, I put on sandals
too delicate to be worn,
for my safe passage over, ... |
by Sara Berkeley |
| A Trio of Prose Poems
Special Math Problem:
If you make $9,000 a year and you sleep in the same bed with your mother, and she is scared to leave the house, and there is a sale on Tuna Helper... |
by Lorraine Mavis Lupo |
| The Next Religion
She was a very old goddess, had long
skipped their sacrifices, had seen
too many thorns and bonfires,
& slept through a millennium's dirges. |
by Peter Tomassi |
| The Mother with Claws
I am reminded, almost as if in whispers
by weathered house plaques on backstreets... |
by Andrena Zawinski |
| Something to Do with All Night Classical Bowling
Gathering the pins late at night, a man
at the alley dusts them once a month,
say the second Tuesday, wondering why... |
by Emily Koehn |
| Leisure
You can't smoke here,
which is hard on me
and Sherman. They can see
how we miss the fear... |
by Julia Bloch |
| And what about people you see crying in public?
You know who I mean, I mean the bleached-hair
rough-skinned woman on a plastic orange MUNI seat... |
by Jaron Kanegson |
