Two Moons
By Mark Belair
I was maybe 20
in this taut dream, not
looking back to that age or
knowing I’d returned to it, but simply
Old Woman and Tea
by Michael Hammerle
That boy’s gonna’ be
a heart taker.
He’s got
our father’s eyes;
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.