by Seth Parente
Sunflower seeds sit salty against my cheek
Teeth cracking the shells
Warm and sharp
Broken pieces on my tongue
A burnt taste of nostalgia
by Trevor Moffa
Pockmarks in the Pittsburgh dark
Midnight oil burning portals open
Like potholes in the empty streets
Peopled apartments, blocks of offices
Being cleaned for morning, light
Left on in a hurry
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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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