Mid-Century Ranch, Orange County
by Trina Gaynon I cannot tell you what a bargain this is. . . . — “$7,500” Josephine Miles
Cash
by Robert Herschbach It can stink like old shoes, curl at the edges, be a face gone ragged and creased. It’s still tender. A machine may not take
Lisa, Dancing
by Robert Herschbach Taller than the men who chased the crescent moons that fell from the strobe, you made the dim club worth its cover charge,
A Romance
by Rich Ives I shall chase flies across the room which shall be known as forever and I shall place forever in a box and close it and hide the box
Lumen
by Susan H. Maurer She had to kiss the floor they were so strict. She once wore coif, grey wool, whalebone corset stays cheap cotton slips,
Riddle Poem
by Susan H. Maurer The small black angels light on the telephone wire. Disappointingly, as they neither glitter nor shine, though the starlings