Amphibious Alyssa Greene Once, on a camping trip, Diana’s hands turned into a dozen small frogs. They fell to the wet earth, stunned as she was. She had been standing at the edge of a pond, clearing away the fog of sleep when it happened. The frogs, green and speckled black, began to hop away….
from “Ornithoncology” B.J. Best These geese on the water doing all their stupid flapping. Exercise would be good for you, you say. You run four miles a day. I ran for mayor of my heart and lost. But the streets are clean there, the schools good, the taxes low. I pause before I enter the city hall of our bedroom, but…
In Poland, Once Marc Alan Di Martino Temporarily yours this endless blue,these headless chickens, the chipped coffee cupon the kitchen table. What lasts foreverbut the stench of burning horsehair or the soundof a boot grinding your great-grandfather’s cheekto the ground, outside the ruined stable? © 2019 Marc Alan Di Martino ≡≡≡≡≡…
Yes, #MeToo Carol Lynne Knight but, not the details —as I keep stallingin the middleof that paragraph. what I didn’tknow at 13 —my young confusions —my eyes fallen shut. it was virginal,vaginal,& a single tearthat caught& splayed acrossmy left cheek. the kitchen floor,hard & gritty,a dusty noodleunder the stove. © 2019 Carol Lynne Knight ≡≡≡≡≡…
