Don’t chew
by Mark Melnicove Don’t chew on plastic soldiers! my mother shouted, ripping them from my mouth, they’ll make you sick! she warned, leaving me
Fireflies
by Stephen Cramer We could have borrowed beads from our parents’ dresser tops or peeled faux mother of pearl buttons from our sweaters, but
Subway
by Stephen Cramer Steel lemmings, they follow one another as they’d grown accustomed to all those years, the old New York City subway cars hauled
Ate -ba-na-na-too-dah-lah
by Stephen Cramer This is the liquid mantra that the woman in the bespangled mumu repeats every three & a half breaths, practically singing
Shattered
by Bryce Milligan I’ve seen mezzo sopranos shatter glass and wondered how this high A–flat that sings — an octave above my guitar’s last
Finger of the Goddess
by Bryce Milligan I took the finger of the goddess, broke it from her statue in the shadows cast by years so dim now they cannot be told from