Art

Tulip Mania – SG Phillips

I saw Horace on his Porch, told me I won’t get far,

In between big swigs of Beam’s Eight Star.

He sat there every morning dropping pearls of advice,

Bumming a smoke, telling ladies they looked nice.

He lived across the road from a chain liquor store,

Every dawn huffing to it, and back each evening for more.

 

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Peace and Tranquility – David Lohrey

My sixth-grade daughter Jenny feels sorry for the Sioux.

She’s learned two things in school as far as I can see: to

stop sucking her thumb and to pity anyone who doesn’t

drive a Volvo.

 

Her teacher resembles the woman who used to clean houses

in my parent’s neighborhood in East Memphis, a heavy-set

gal who could cook real good but could never stay for supper.

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Idle Speculation – Deanna Witt

i don’t want to name it.
Sistine. Ku Klux. Foul.

it’s something like the hydrosphere,
somehow intimidating, like a single hair
against an unmarked piece of paper.

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After I Hung Up – Suzanne Crain Miller

$76

 

“I wanted to be concise.” 

My father said about his obit

That he emailed my sister and I on a Wednesday

with even an LOL somewhere in the chain 

of emails about it when, upon reading it, we said 

just because you say something isn’t morbid 

doesn’t make it not morbid,

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