When We Were Young

When We Were Young Steve Simpson Our mother’s heart pulsing steady with each wave that washed up on the land, her salty blood made windy foam, and to the furthest skies above, all was her domain. Yet our living was so narrow, grains of sand she polished, seaweed...

Surreal Bucket List #3

Surreal Bucket List #3 Bruce Boston Write in a soft voice that carries a crossbow. A Browning ZERO 7 Model 162, bore sighted at 20 yards, 145 lb. draw weight, built-in cocking device, multi-reticule illuminated scope. Tour Mt. Olympus in a Volkswagen Bus. The gods and...

Pollen

Pollen Rose Lemberg When I was a child, rocketships bloomed between my palms like dandelions. Launched, they hovered in the air before take-off as if they’d still cling to me; but they couldn’t and I couldn’t. I have it on good authority that many...

Her Chemo Friend Explains Capricorn

Her Chemo Friend Explains Capricorn Laura Page For Marilyn My grandmother’s only friend in the 55+ apartment complex is Marilyn, who lives next door to her on the third floor. The two of them never leave their units. They lean out, reckless as teenagers, over their...

Cup of Tea

Cup of Tea Naru Dames Sundar A cup of tea lies in a treacherous cleft of quiet neutrality, Oxford china perched in the hands of the lapel-starred general, Sitting on dust clotted wicker in the veranda (not his veranda) Of her house. Her — bone weary, trembling, hidden...

Four Moons

Four Moons John Philip Johnson 1. Potential of Light With three new moons shining over us, they say we have conquered the darkness. I hate it, but the thought fills even me with a jingoistic pride. We get so much more done. They were hammered out of asteroids, fixed...