Tag: poem

from the stump…

from the stump of the old cherry tree another cherry tree ©2018 Ben Moeller-Gaa ~Previously appeared in Acorn: 32. Ben Moeller-Gaa is a Pushcart nominated haiku poet whose poems, reviews and essays have appeared in over 30 journals worldwide. He is the author of…

Portrait of My Mother Cutting Melon

by Crystal Karlberg Accessible version: Portrait of My Mother Cutting Melon The flesh is such a delicate shade of green, you have to squint to see it. This particular cutting frozen in time, the matte black handle, the gnarled right hand. No matter the…

Confusion

abstract of shadow on snowdrift

by Carolyn Agee Watching your lips, I comprehend silence. ©2018 Carolyn Agee Carolyn Agee is an actress & author in the PNW with forthcoming books: Drowning Ophelia (Red Bird Chapbooks) and The Ambiguous Tides of Saudade (Wolfsinger Pub.).

Lab(orare est orare)

by Peg Duthie Accessible version: Lab(orare est orare) Cleaning glass with clammy hands, coaxing clues onto whiteboards — on we press: oncological hide-and-seek. ©2018 by Peg Duthie Peg Duthie would like you to visit her home in cyberspace: http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org.

what cotton candy tasted like in 2004

clouds at fiery sunset

by William Bortz before summer left that year it gave me a wet kiss and my hair is still matted like dew-soaked grass and July is just another day at the carnival dusk is patient and slow to fade sitting idly just below the…

Oh

by Greg Hill Accessible version: Oh for all the world, so few could solve my riddled heart as you ©2018 by Greg Hill Greg Hill is a writer and voice-over talent in West Hartford, Connecticut, where he spends evenings composing little tunes for his…

It was close

stylized photo of barn window

by F.J. Bergmann If I’d gotten hay for the horses from another farm If I’d been able to pay cash instead of working in the field If you hadn’t lost your balance and sat down just before the truck went under the bridge If…

Body Polychrome

by Ahimaz Rajessh Accessible version: Body Polychrome shades of garment lapse of instants shades of light compose her …now brown … now wheatish now black … now goldish… tones ©2018 by Ahimaz Rajessh Lately published in 200 CCs, Flapperhouse, Pidgeonholes, theEEEL & Strange Horizons,…

Flipper

stylized photo of frost on glass

by Austin Davis It’s almost too much— the way she holds my hand on raw December mornings even when her nails camouflage with the frost kissed grass. The sleeves slip from the dark blue sweater she wears of mine and her hands lose their…

Bird House Blind

top of fallen birch tree on the snow

by M.R. Baird I dwell in a house that is not mine; milk snow, lake effect, eagle overhead flies on with outstretched wings, open eyed, above the blinds, my hands grasping, the cold, trees fall, weather comes in again. This house is full of…