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

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

The Bridegroom Rejoices in the Fragrance of His Beloved – by RANDEL MCCRAW HELMS

The Bridegroom Rejoices in the Fragrance of His Beloved   My bride is as a fragrant grove, Her savor is the salt of love.   The scented braid beside her … Continue reading The Bridegroom Rejoices in the Fragrance of His Beloved – by RANDEL MCCRAW HELMS

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 … Continue reading Blame it on the Chiffons / Rumble – by PATTI SULLIVAN

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 … Continue reading How I Say I Love You – by MELISSA LIBBEY

I Think of You in Terms of Hysteria – Poetry Collection by WEASEL PATTERSON

I think of you in terms of hysteria the moon hangs empty tonight leaving tall buildings and sharp sins to shelter us under busted street lights you lure me closer … Continue reading I Think of You in Terms of Hysteria – Poetry Collection by WEASEL PATTERSON

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   … Continue reading Blue Rose Suffering – by C. STEVEN BLUE

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

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

It Couldn’t Have Been a Song / This Bucket of You / Autopsy/ Upon a Valentine’s Day which landed on a Saturday for once. – by LARRY D. THACKER

It couldn’t have been a song, a somewhat obscure tune with a low randomness for creeping up on a station and reminding me of you. No, it ended up being … Continue reading It Couldn’t Have Been a Song / This Bucket of You / Autopsy/ Upon a Valentine’s Day which landed on a Saturday for once. – by LARRY D. THACKER

The Fish That Fell in Love With a Wave – by MICHAEL O’SHAUGHNESSY

THE FISH THAT FELL IN LOVE WITH A WAVE   your skin keeps yr ocean in   yr oceans didn’t enter you you didn’t swallow yr oceans or fall asleep … Continue reading The Fish That Fell in Love With a Wave – by MICHAEL O’SHAUGHNESSY