Blue Fruit
by Manoli Kouremetis I take your hand, say “soon” — how many times have I said “soon” trapped in traffic and doctors’ waiting rooms? If only I
Abducted Friends
by Manoli Kouremetis Like a ransomer’s note — my memories of you and I squish against one another. Mismatched letters of sentences ill-fitting —
Terrarium
by Nancy A. Henry Piety, New moon, stingy-petaled single rose, full blown, you’ve gone straight from maid to crone. Let us moisten the moss for