Wednesday, December 6, 2023

By Bryan Rickert

starting again

at fifty

I scrape

every last bit

of peanut butter

from the jar

Bryan Rickert

By Michael H. Lester and Joy McCall

their brooms

broken and burned at the stake

the witches

assemble at the village gate

to exact a gruesome vengeance

 

there are spells

we learned from the old ones

herbs on the fire

the chant deep and low ...

'the devil take your soul'


Michael H. Lester and Joy McCall

By Reid Hepworth

wintering…

the birch and maple

have given up their leaves

while I remain cocooned

in memories

Reid Hepworth