Geriatric Moon – Tom Will
January 22, 2022
The moon wears its shirt backwards buttoned
Because I take care of its washing up
Ode – Sasha Leshner
January 18, 2022
and even if I have no
hunger for it
anymore, no
aching in my bones
no cravings, still
it is a tender thing to see
The Sugarcoat Everything Blues – David Lohrey
January 14, 2022
Guest House
We play house under her bed.
We hang sheets from the twin bed
posts to create an attic.
She lies beneath the bed and I above
and talk about our dreams. Sarah,
the black maid, vacuums outside.
Kim’s dream includes a maid, mine doesn’t.
There is no help in my house at home,
no help at all.
Survival Mode – Sabrina Small
January 11, 2022
Apple Picking Season
I’m finished with my apple.
The mealy flesh still in my teeth
The core before me
as insignificant as a business card.
Casual birth of civilization
millions of rinds and peels and seeds, egging me on.
There are three more apples in the bowl
and I can’t remember if they’re different varieties.