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THE IN TWINS
by Ann Privateer grandma's genes, a soprano duet boy vs girl, one windy, one quiet yellow and violet, Double Mint Gum sun and moon, tea with honey dreamer schemer, hammer and nails tongue in check, sour and sweet different smiles, same blue eyes sister and brother, salt and pepper first best friends, Pisces out for a swim yin and yang, go their separate ways. |
WISE CHILD by Brent Wiggans |
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SANDCASTLES
by James Kramer don't tell me sand is golden rich minerals. I've plunged my toes in and there are spiders underneath. they are lost they are confused to what they are doing down there. soft and responsive they cannot breathe. the sand is suffocating them grains stilt their conversation. at the beach next time kick a child's sandcastle, to pieces and watch them escape. but don't expect anyone to thank you. |
SMUGGLERS LANE by Brent Wiggans |
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SOME TREES LOOK LIKE FATHERS TO ME–
born in a hardwood night sheltered by logs my first Missouri winter I crawled on oak floors— a core-sample memory— he showed me survival in a lightning-struck cedar— hollowed out, still alive —by Beth Suter |
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BANKRUPTCY
by Ann Privateer No more food, books, or aspirin no more to give. help the helpless bring us back to one, no one to suffer. |
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CLEVELAND HAIKU #189
by Michael Ceraolo Investment plan– a man scavenging aluminum cans |
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