A Sobered Ride by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] That you speak from the intestines anchoring your tongue vexes me dangerous degrees from boiling point bold, throaty and tough adjectives you spit out in Rumpelstiltskin-like repulsion I was never made for the parade you speak of...

Crippled by Adri Buys

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I live with ghosts and skeletons A breakage of yesterday buried in a “thing” that resembles a suitcase sealed with souvenirs of tears I hardly look over my shoulder anymore to see if your feet are still...

Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 Nobody smokes a pipe much any more, except my partner, Sand The musty aroma penetrates back to the engineer’s office, Dad’s workplace. Pipes filled the trays on the large, heavy oak...

Tasteless Sight by Power Within

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Place the solid pieces where hands won't reach, Where memory is your only carrier, Where room dividers held pictures That carry more than moments in reflection. Place the solid pieces in chest drawers, The ones forgotten, Seen...

Family by Batia Efrat

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My mother's embrace, the familiar scent of patchouli and sandalwood. Soft and warm in a cold, dark world – the only place I've ever felt safe... and vegetable soup, my Grandmother's recipe, the fullness of a house...