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Staring out a window, I tremble like sea foam in a boot

Jon Cone

January 2019

in

som

nia’s

a bird

Johannes S. H. Bjerg

January 2019

nightfall the empty grocery bag in the fridge one more day

Aditya Bahl

January 2019

supper finished;

on the cutting board

grains of rice

spring moon

on the crosscut saw

one broken handle

gazing on

her sleeping back

sounds of rain

the church bell

ringing one o’clock

bowed kite string

forked lightning

out over the ocean

her warm fingers

hearing the house

creak

the wet rock garden

no snow here-

only these letters

from the attic

pear slice falling

to the kitchen floor

pale moonlight

evening breeze;

a white moth floating

in the dishwater

san francisco 1999

pussy willow in bud

closing my eyes

to the sun

soggy meadow

a redwing sings here

then there

across the street

a leaf drawn in a line

drags a bit

3-13-94

bedchamber

politician

dominatrix

Valentine Candy Heart

after reading the Ingredients and Nutritional Facts

I opt for a Stroh’s

Mimba doot geotig;

Kōgala vergutten pairp…

vut, vut, fizgigga!

“Ain’t love grand,” she grumps,

inhaling

another Pink Twinkie.

inside the blues, outside the blues

½ the distance

of a candy bar

hightailing it

through the spring snow flurries

a stray mare

Raining cats and dogs

at daybreak;

the birds begin to sing.

suzanne sommers

shelley long

david caruso

At a friend’s funeral

my neighbor whispers

“When the hell are you going to mow your lawn?”

mountain pool

water striders loaf

on a cloud