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POEM FOR KATIE, QUEEN OF OHIO #49
by Darren C. Demaree I could canister my ghosts, tin them up, nail the torn metal shut for you, but no, no, here they are, warmed. |
DOUBLED by Allyson Seconds |
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FISH TANK
by Scott Laudati i believed in everything when i was 20 except when you told me your tree had been cursed. the dow jones crashed that day or maybe it was before the end of all things when we watched saddam's body double drop through the floor and the crowd cheered as the noose tightened. we didn't look away from the computer screen and i don't think i did again until your mom showed up and dumped my fish tank full of fancy guppies down the toilet. you packed your YSL heels back in the box while I yelled at your mom and no one listened while I explained how hard it had been to get those fish to breed. no one listened at the bar that night either. and i guess you were right, love's only a cure until it becomes a regret, but you could've just left a note when you decided to break my heart, i don't know why the fish had to die too. |
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CLEVELAND HAIKU #199
by Michael Ceraolo Evening sky— clouds look like scales of a giant fish |
CHASING by Allyson Seconds |
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BLACK CATS
by Roger G. Singer That feeling of over the edge, when a clutch decision is more than a casual choice but a weapon against oncoming distractions, knowing that altering the rhythm will create a chasing of thoughts into paths of painful corners with unmistakable answers, the ones not always chosen, wedged between the black and gray, remaining there until pursued with patience. |
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