By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…
By Christy Bailes My walls have seen forty years, with each layer more concealed than the last, and I wash, scrubbing nicotine-stained body, so full of memory that I measure time by yellow, once white smoke, swirling elegantly about the room, looking visually pleasing until I smell burnt tar. I…
Crush By Maria Belotti I watch; I wait. Bated breath, I lean into my Chair and force myself to be still. Slender fingers tremble unknowingly I Start a drumbeat then I force myself to stop – Only to worry at a hangnail and cause the roughened skin to tear then…