Mary Armao McCarthy
I stood in a pool of time
waiting for the days to evaporate,
and when they had
I could not remember
the feel of the water.
Mary Armao McCarthy is a writer and past president of the Hudson Valley Writers Guild whose work has been scattered through print and online publications for several decades.
An Old Monk
His straw hat
is the full moon
rounding the world
with his bamboo flute.
Robert Witmer, a longtime resident of Japan, is a partially retired professor and poet, who combines a love of family and verse with a passion for petanque and the great outdoors.
Love and Laundry
A profound futility,
infinite and smothering,
piled and shoved
in every corner of my being,
Rebecca Cohen is a researcher and toddler wrangler in Austin, TX.
scrawled in pencil
on a scrap of paper
stuck in the jamb
and I understood
you meant your heart.
Three-time nominee for Pushcart and Best of the Net awards, artist, poet, and freelance writer J.I. Kleinberg makes poems in verdant Bellingham, Washington, and can be found on Instagram @jikleinberg.
Quiet, like darkness,
like the last of the white rhinos,
Jannie Edwards writes from Edmonton, Alberta, where the coyotes and ravens are becoming bolder.
Eating Hospital Pancakes with an Exposed Nerve in my Front Tooth After a Fatal Car Accident
It tasted like electricity
from a hanging
and I believe what I was tasting
was the soft remnants of life,
as all we eat
is the once-plump hearts
of beheaded crops
and the warm memories
of what we believe food to be.
Lisa Mottolo is a poet whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Laurel Review, Santa Clara Review, Typishly, Counterclock Journal, and others.
Sarah Dickenson Snyder
Do we all have a destination,
that some small dot in the middle
of concentric circles, willing us
to stretch the skin’s tautness
over our bones and let go, an arc
of us skimming through air,
seeking a landing deep
into the center of another?
Sarah Dickenson Snyder writes to unearth what she didn’t know she knew. https://sarahdickensonsnyder.com/
Notes on Punctuation
Consider the period the smaller
of the cannonballs Galileo dropped
from the Tower of Pisa; the comma,
the lolling tongue of a dog; the colon,
the top two buttons left unbuttoned
on her filmy blouse; the semicolon,
an open fly; the exclamation point,
the one-finger salute or a bald man
doing a headstand; the question mark,
an exclamation point bent over with age.
Howie Good is the author most recently of The Death Row Shuffle (Finishing Line Press), The Trouble with Being Born (Ethel Micro Press), and Gunmetal Sky (Thirty West Publishing).