by Gemma DeMeo
“I didn’t need to ask./ I already knew/ what a rough night at the bar/ was like for her.”
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On the car ride home from a family vacation
my stepfather is half focused on the road
half bored with the radio
my mother sleeps
my two kid brothers blankly stare at a little screen
I vehemently listen to headphones
and crave a cigarette
my baby sister gazes out the window
smiles occasionally
by Debbie Wilkinson
“Will you tuck me in?”
Years ago picking through stones
worn down in the nestling sand,
I showed you how to slip them smooth across the rustling water,
while waves shimmered into sleep. …
by Richard Schnap
“The train from Pittsburgh to New York/ Felt like a magic voyage to him then/ As he watched the green pastures of Pennsylvania/ Pass by with their fields of wheat/ And herds of cows that dozed in the sun”
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by Brian Richards
“But this is a sideglance world and to the lowering eyes/ Of even my friends I have grown tall but dangerous/ Childless and dark dark dark darkling of intention/ With who knows what lessons to share”
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by Kara Knickerbocker
& if you had a map out of your body, where would it go?
What is the point of exit you’d choose to leave yourself?
I’d choose the wounds already claimed:
the fried egg-shaped scar burned above my left knee,
By Meg Booth
I see you as
Light resting on a brick wall,
Pieces of the sky in
Between
A tangle of branches,
Stretched clouds on lazy days,
Dried tulip petals pressed
Between
Glass to preserve the spring.
An inhale before the notes escape.
The hum of a song stuck
Between
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