|Indecision on Aisle Seven
She imagines waking into another life
caviar for breakfast...
|by Ruth Daigon|
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|
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|