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Read more: Dish of Orphans
by Marianne Brems A small dish where I place orphans sits in my kitchen— a screw or a shiny clip or the back of an earringfor safe keeping until I find where it belongs.Of course years go by and I never find where they go, but each time I see my dish, I think Ah,…
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Read more: Matisse—the Cut Outs
by Ed Ruzicka A barn swallow cuts the sky apart in intricate patterns with the ease of scissorsSwimming through paper as Matisse worked his magic. Imagine how much graceLay littered on that floor for him to roll overWith a blanket covering his legsIn his indomitable wheelchair. Ed Ruzicka’s third book of poems, Squalls, was released…
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Read more: Self Portrait Without Me
by Ed Ruzicka Start with a D minor chord in December branches before light can find any sparrows. Let an owl blow dawn’s voice out its crooked beak as it drops from a tree, strikes an arc across stars. Coyotes’ nails click against asphalt. Done with the night coyotes trot back to a den. A…
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Read more: Terminal Anticipation
by R. Gerry Fabian The spaniel and Ivisit the hospiceon Tuesdays.The man with the distant eyesrefocusesas the spanielplaces his long snoutand floppy earson the thin concave chest.The spaniel movesto the woman with no hair.He sits by her bedsideand licks her handas she pats his head.She repeats the refrain“I should have had a dog.”Now, he threads…
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Read more: Beeswax and Phenol
by R. Gerry Fabian A chilly north windslaps my cheek.I’m not ready for this.I have not seen shoes or sockssince the summer solsticeand I do not relish kissingchapped lips. R. Gerry Fabian is a published writer and poet from Doylestown, PA. He has published five books of poetry: Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic…
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Read more: Prairieography
by M F Drummy We look forward to the street tacos at Jefe’s. AC blasting, packed. Main Street is like this all summer. Parades, music, food, misters, the flags. We feel American. The John Hancock Tower. The father and son presidents buried side-by-side in the musty tombs of the old white church. The sweet docent—sober…
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