by Elmer Omar Pizo
We scarecrows, propped up alone or lumped in groups of twos or threes
in the middle of the rice fields,
feel all right even though we can’t exchange glances, talk to each other,
or walk away from the fields. Continue reading
Scarecrows
Filed under Poetry
I Met Him Once
by Ace Boggess
He seemed reserved, inward,
too calm for the cloak
of frenzy his reputation wore. Continue reading
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Father
by George Bishop
Ten years after he died
I was homeless, driven by
those unforgiving faces
beer makes out of your
own. Ten years later, sober
and sort of trusting myself, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
Gone
by Gail Wallace Bozzano
When the woman opened the door and slid into Kaito’s back seat, a smell crept into his cab: the smell of brine mixed with silt mixed with decay. A smell that has stayed in the back of his nostrils, in the back of his mind, since the day the wave hit Ishinomaki six months before. Continue reading
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Want Not
by Jane Flint
When power burns
through all within its path
its glow transfers
to the contours
of its kindling. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
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