down
south –
waitress with a bee-hive
calls me “honey”
—Stanford M. Forrester
selling worms
at a roadside shop –
the master baiter
—Robert Wilson
the body builder
parades the undersized trout:
his wife's knowing smile
—Mike Dillon
Amish girl
hangs out her underclothes
inside the bed sheets
—Patricia Neubauer
school photo
the frown my sister
grew into
—Roberta Beary
An unexpected guest.
Grandpa wipes his dusty hands
on his breeches.
—Sasa Vazic
Tired of the stories –
someone else
getting to know me
—John Stevenson
sure you can sleep here
she says
pointing to the couch
—Mykel Board
passing the beggar –
my pockets start
to jingle
—Barry George
promotion pending
I light my boss's
cigarette
—Stephen Toft
taking off my shoes
after a long workday –
thinking of my father
—Cor
van den Heuvel
My mother-in-law –
again she refers to me
as SHE.
—Alexis Rotella
now that I’m over
my bad mood,
she’s in one
—Tom Clausen
debating divorce...
the pickle jar
resists all her efforts
—Chad
Robinson
scolded
my daughter searches
for a lost doll
—LeRoy Gorman
red light district –
spray painted "wo" on the
"men at work" sign
—Jörgen Johansson
confessional . . .
relieved to find the priest
speaks only French
—Ernest Berry
with each year
the old bent priest
grows closer to the children
—L. A. Dona
opening the front door
i discover my blind date
really is
—Brenda J Gannam
sucking seeds
from pomegranates
our faces like fish
—Michael McClintock
remote control –
I absentmindedly try
to mute my wife
—Carlos Colon
“Petunias! I found petunias!”
Shouts Aunt Sophie,
then fractures her tibia.
—Alan Pizzarelli
fainting at the sound
of the f-word ...
she misses the sunset
—Carol Raisfeld
the great clown
sweeps & sweeps the spotlight
into nothing
—Anita Virgil
