Sprinklerhead/Cassette Tape/Widow Code/Bathtub Soliloquy – by TOM SNARSKY

Sprinklerhead The effect was immediate: I fell For you like a dinner plate. This year’s “stiff competition” is next Year’s Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and we Should be concerned. Call a medic, Or maybe a rain delay. Whatever Gives you enough love to sleep Halfway through the long, lonely night. Cassette Tape You come from anxious…

I’m Her. And You’re Him./Blink./ – by PAM JONES

I’m Her. And You’re Him.   A few feet in front of me I see you there Smiling at me, The way that you do   Arms crossed Dark hair   I run to you but she’s there and so is he   And when our Outstretched arms Meet You’re a hologram   Nothing more…

Blame it on the Chiffons / Rumble – by PATTI SULLIVAN

BLAME IT ON THE CHIFFONS   Or maybe it was the Ronettes or just that Wall of Sound that made me do it pushed me across the dance floor my hand reached up, tapped Joanne’s shoulder to cut in on a ladies choice slow dance never mind that they had been a couple all the…

How I Say I Love You – by MELISSA LIBBEY

  How I say I love you I’m a master with words. I can string a sentence together like a seamstress weaves a hem. I can make a simple event sound like the most marvelous thing to happen in the history of forever. I could convince anyone that a life without words is a life…

Blue Rose Suffering – by C. STEVEN BLUE

Blue Rose Suffering    All the false promises you gave All the rivers you were gonna save All the children lying in their graves Can’t hear you any more   All the love you can’t return All the lessons you’ll never learn Until your tattered world Comes crashing down on you   How many dreams…

Admission /In petto/ Driven/ I Spar by Myself – by SARAH KERSEY

Admission “the truth is nothing more than a puddle of clear water dammed in ditch.”—Derek Walcott   The truth in drought, once rife with succulent tongues, now dumb, yet not without meaning beneath diffident gerunds, a confession so different from ones to gods of rain, nimble and translucent as morning mist, foreheads kissed by teasing…

Tender Thorn Wounds / When Love is a Rose – by ADAM BROWN

Tender Thorn Wounds   Melting desire inside the cornucopia of flourished corneas   Black on black smeared lipstick in the shape of a heart   Pulled teeth and bitter roses stapled to the vest of mortuaries   Sweet pain makes for the best company     When Love is a Rose   Push the barriers…

I Like This One – by ROB TRUE

I Like This One   I like this one.  Feeds me the same old shit out of a can every day, but at least I eat regular.  He lies down a lot.  That’s what I like about him.  I’ve seen him heating powder up in a spoon, with water.  He draws it into a plastic…