by Michael C. Smith
I thought he could get up, the man
who fell in the checkout line three
customers in front of me. I thought someone knew
what to do. But it was two days before
Christmas and no one had any nerves left. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
Cradle the Fallen
Accessory
by Elisabeth Murawski
An animal ruff soft as Belgian lace.
It will never touch my neck,
this remnant of doomed fox. She
wore it to church Continue reading
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The World You Think You Know
by Saadia Peerzada
First they took August away
and now September,
I eat a navel orange over the dustbin
so I can leave the kitchen clean. Continue reading
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Wait for the Ending
by Brian Giddens
Dorothy never thought she’d live this long.
An age where she holds more losses than assets.
First husband? Heart attack. Second husband?
Didn’t linger long from cancer. Friends?
One by one by one by one, a row of dominos.
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Falling Asleep
by Drew Heuermann
Our hands, interlocked through the night. Doing what we can to keep
our lanterns close. Our bodies, a pair of spent tissues
floating around, too fragile to rush. A religion of inconsequence,
of passing. But what does that mean for everything in my arms?
The last mom-job of Grandma’s body was one squeeze. Almost every
body had a name once, and before they were bodies? Were we Continue reading
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