Tick Tock Tick Tock by Don Matthews

I have an over-active An over-active mind I wish it would go stop itself Go stop and just unwind Tick Tock Tick Tock Unwind to where it started Adjust it’s tick and tock Back to where I want it Want my neural clock Tick Tock Tick Tock To me this isn’t normal A normal thinking…

See by Bharath Upendra

There’s a doodle of a tree on the wall parallel to my bed which is more of a phallus than a tree. Every night, I try convincing myself it’s not what I think it is. One that drew it says it’s definitely a tree, whoever lays their eyes on it says it’s an erect penis….

Devotion and Care by Jeff Flesch

sometimes we hold on too long believing in that which we see when in reality everything worth knowing lives underneath the one stream where junipers come to fruition with devotion and care we dare to sit in silence disrupting the status quo fanfare for the love built out of the actions we take and share…

Blue Notes by Joni Caggiano

hearts melting red trickling down hardwoods solitary trumpet blowing blue notes calling dolefully floating through my window, I ensue a corner that may hold a shadow laugh of you cigar smoke lingers in stale air by our old bar trumpet tears create a puddle outside the door cobblestones hold echoes of honest laughter your voice,…

A Bouquet of Blood Roses by Bogdan Dragos

even the full moon felt like a spotlight above him It made him sweat in the cold night as he wandered the streets Nothing too out of the ordinary about him. Just an average guy wearing average clothes and carrying a rather thick strand of hair in his breast pocket crimson red and long as…

Ghosting by Richard M. Ankers

Not ghosted, but ghosting. There’s a difference, though it’s too subtle for most air-breathers. One may ghost into any room, into which, in retrospect, one would say they ghosted. The ghosted are identifiable by time and place as in seeing the ghost here or there at such or when, whereas one is only ever ghosting…

Secret Admirer by Dawn Pisturino

The first day of May had arrived, and the world seemed bursting with flowers – red, yellow, purple, blue, and pink!  As Amy walked home from her office job, she breathed in the sweet fragrances that wafted all around her, from the blooming gardens bordering the sidewalk to the flower boxes – alive with living…

Writ of Habeas – Corpus by Tony Ashenden

[A writ to a jailer to produce a prisoner in person and to state the reasons of detention] Soldier do your eyes have the lights that flashout of tanks in the face of the snubof a terrorist gun and in they shinewhen his message of soft lead eruptsfrom the lips of a shimmering barrel? Do…

Secret Behind My Dad’s Death by Joni Caggiano

Strange questions were bouncing off the wall when I said goodbye to Dad.  As I lay, the phone down, my intuition was flexing its head like a water moccasin.  I sensed a myriad of harsh realities lurking like monsters in dense fog.  It was a simple lung biopsy, and they had stabilized his blood pressure,…

Bad Blood by Bogdan Dragos

Nine PM caught them sitting on the broken bench by the river banks She removes her jacket and stretches her hands. “See?” she says, “I told you I’m bad blood.” He stares at her, mute and dumb and utterly incapable to find himself in her dark eyes “Huh?” “The mosquitoes,” she says. “They don’t want…

Wonky by Don Matthews

My eyes are seeing double Double on the screen Everything I seem to post Has a double mean Took myself to optom who Deals with wonky eyes To me, “please cover left, then right” I asked him wonky? Why? You’re old he said, get muscle droop Won’t do what brain tells to We fix you…

Almost Always by Bharath Upendra

I opened my eyes and looked to my right; I almost woke up. I make my way to the kitchen, looking for the toothbrush, I’m almost still asleep. I grope around trying to feel, trying to figure out what I was looking for, something I almost forgot. I look at the pack of biscuits in…

Coal Dust by Jeff Flesch

diamond-like resilience made from coal dust and a little bit of luck from the sun creates flowers blooming in the garden of my heart I trust the calmness of the rain pervading the vacuum of my soul preparing me I bear witness to things out of my control and to the sky always holding me…

South to Key West by Edward N. McConnell

A stiff breeze whipped across the snowy field. There was silence . . . then,             “Cold today, isn’t it?” The wife said.             “Yeah, not as bad as last week though. I don’t know why we stay here in the winter. Next year, let’s go south, I’m thinking Key West,” said the husband.            …

Trash Collector by Bogdan Dragos

I don’t know what was more impressive about him the fact that he collected trash in a bag that was at least three times bigger than himself and carried that bag on his back or the fact that it was winter and he was only in shorts and wasn’t cold That one evening when he…

Naming Ceremony by Britta Benson

She called this child ‘Dandelion’, after the only thing that would thrive in her dump of a garden. No poppy here, no marigold, not even a daisy. She was done with them and hoped, her youngest daughter would be resilient, like the bright yellow wildfire weed, that spread across the street, ready to conquer the…