Night Sweat
By Marc Swan
Three in the morning,
AC howling like a banshee dancing
on a wire. I shut it down
with a punch of the button.
Cardboard Box Heart
By M. Stone
Dear stained glass Jesus:
they tucked me between pews
so I could imagine my heart
as a cardboard box, flaps open
to entice you.
New Day
By Barbara Alsop
The soft paw strokes my face
purr rumbling like a deep earthquake.