A silver gleam
rises steadily
in the grey-blue
evening sky,
like a mylar moon
on speed,
like my day after day
unwaveringly
out of reach.
Judy Kronenfeld’s most recent books of poetry are Bird Flying through the Banquet (Future Cycle, 2017) and Shimmer (WordTech, 2012).
In a few years, with my own
Capitalist endeavors spent and the last
of my energy but a sliver of silver
on a stray pond bottom,
I could be redirected, wind up
as some minor character on the dark side,
a voice-over of myself, bent
and steady and your very fine
alternative ending.
Ken Poyner has long since lost track of his youth, but is becoming familiar with his old age.
The place setting is for one,
and with each month of sustenance
I could tell you how
progress
like wool to be spun,
Is made in salt.
Ken Poyner has long since lost track of his youth, but is becoming familiar with his old age.
Tilting
the bottle
into
the blur.
John Hawkhead specializes in small writings. He lives in the South West of England. and his twitter site is @HawkheadJohn.
This summer dawn,
even her rose thorns
are soft with dew.
John Hawkhead specializes in small writings. He lives in the South West of England. and his twitter site is @HawkheadJohn.
I want to see the boogeyman
when he comes to get me
to find out if he looks like a mirror.
H. Edgar Hix is still watching this and that and writing about it.
After my parents began falling out of love,
I spent car rides imprinting my chin
on the back window pane
as rivets of rain marched
determinedly,
single-mindedly,
downwards,
a faint, dissonant harmony
drowned out
by the gentle slosh of our tires
slicing across highways,
rolling ceaselessly onwards.
Rachel Chen spends most of her time looking for rabbit holes in a biology lab without windows.
I struggle to escape
the seductive blurry pull
of the undertow,
to surface
and shiver
until I feel
my skin is enough.
Wendy Cobourne is a journalist and college writing tutor whose poems and short stories have appeared in a variety of literary journals.