DOWNHILL Truth or Consequences, NM by Stephanie Lakos |
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SYDNEY
by Erren Geraud Kelly whose smile is bigger than any ego whose eyes are deeper than jupiter whose love is bigger than my appetite who should not be having breakfast in a homeless shelter in oregon but back in kansas, looking for her ruby slippers |
HERE by Katy Brown |
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THINGS THAT KEEP US FROM ONE ANOTHER
by Dianna Henning Let's suppose distance was never about mileage, or the wear and tear on tires, rather it was about attitude, how leaving home meant leaving behind everything familiar. It was never about gas prices or packing and luggage. Rather, it was about how sunshine pours through the bedroom window and makes wall silhouettes off the flowers, the house well rehearsed in art's solace; how it sedates one into feeling secure— even the floor mapping a way for feet that nightly stumble to the bathroom. No, you once said, you couldn't visit because the house, your own house, kept you captive; so much to do: rearrange furniture because with the living room's new paint nothing looked right; clean the garage to find the right tool, patch the guest-house where a snow plow jabbed cedar siding. Let me tell you we miss you and would love you to visit. We cannot quite remember your kiss on our cheeks, or the way your arrival makes the house dance. |
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