M. R. Pelletier

Ceiling fan—

   all the café’s conversations

   cut to pieces

M. R. Pelletier

 

*

Heatwave—

   there’s more talk

   of planting trees

M. R. Pelletier

Joseph P. Wechselberger

dad’s wake

greeting people

I’ll never know

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Tohm Bakelas

10/21/2009

steve richmond, sober,

dying alone in hospice —

no more gagaku

Tohm Bakelas

Hassane Zemmouri

my nephew with his baby bottle

midnight cartoons

Hassane Zemmouri

By Cecil Morris

After Her Death

My new lover grief

eats chips naked in my bed

and will not leave me

even when I offer her

a summer house at the beach.

Cecil Morris

By Jovana Dragojlovic

local winds blow —

fanning the fire

through my veins

Jovana Dragojlovic

C.X. Turner

rainbow dawn

just when the horizon

looks bleak

C.X. Turner