By Ken Gosse Seasonal Shopping Syndrome There’s a rumor potty humor snares the noblest consumer, ’cause what’s funny grabs our money like a landlord grabs a roomer. While we plot upon the pot to buy whatever we have not, sales events make so much sense our phones get blisteringly hot. As November nears December seasons’ […]

Seasonal Shopping Syndrome and Other Poems

By Alison Hurwitz Esmerelda Her door latch sticks and catches, swollen shut with many seasons’ rain.  When she opens, it’s abrupt and all at once, wafting mildew like regret. The first grader curled there, reading, looks up, surprised to see her older self climb in, sit down on a musty seat. Esmerelda is a relic, […]

Esmerelda and Other Poems

How do they have trust issues?? First of all, they don’t trust anyone. It’s just not in them to trust people. Secondly, you lie to them once and they take it as a confirmation for life not to trust you. Can one love someone without trusting them?? Yes, they can. Scrorpios are those people who […]

SCORPIO THING

By Michael Ceraolo Henry Aaron I was too new to argue when a Braves PR guy decided to call me Hank; everyone who knew me called me Henry From what I’ve heard of Babe Ruth, he would have congratulated me for breaking his record, just as I later congratulated Barry Bonds But in April 1974 […]

Henry Aaron and Other Poems

By Jim Bates I remember hearing the song by Three Dog Night, “One Is the Loneliest Number,” and thinking, Yeah, that’s me. All by myself. No one cares.  Now I see that thought for what it really was, a cry in the night from a frightened six-year-old kid whose parents abandoned him to the child […]

Hydrogen

By Stephen Kingsnorth Old Glories Grand Pop would coat with calamine, a paler pink, war painting art, with blue tats, stark veins, printed back, tempura fresco, Plato’s cave. Unfocussed, waving, rising glare, that shimmer shared by eagle wings, though, sleeping on this surfer strand, a factor needed, real ale slump: I hang back now while […]

Old Glories and Other Poems

By Laura Stamps I’m thinking about Max. My imaginary dog. And this. This is the reason. Why. He’s a Chihuahua. It’s this page. The next page. In this dog magazine. It’s an article about the best brushes for each breed. How to choose the right one. My Max. Like I said. This is why he’s […]

Decisions, Decisions

By Earl Smith II As it happened Raccoon was foraging along the eastern bank of Brook That Wanders Through the Western Woods. The air was crisp this late fall day and the trees along both banks had already dropped some of their leaves, many of them onto the surface of Brook, only to be dutifully […]

Learning Like

By Andrew Scott Fog of War In the dense fog of war there is a clear vision of messages being returned. The fog demonstrates the glory of a majestic soldier caring for all around, the injured and weak. War rooms are crystal clean, full of medaled gladiators plans for the enhancement of all people’s lives. […]

Fog of War and Other Poems

By Sheila Henry Let Go Let go and dance to the beat of your inner rhythm move with the flow where the journey of life brings you sometimes a rocky road when the journey seems filled with despair and tears fall like raindrops sometimes a sweet reprieve when your path seems straight and clear and […]

Let Go and Other Micro Poems