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I Do Exist

I Do Exist

      I Do Exist It’s hard to hear my mom talking baby talk. I’d rather go to sleep than think of this. It seems so fast—from craziness of raising a child alone To carrying a diaper bag for my mom. There is no special shower thrown, in which I receive a diaper bag […]

Brother

Brother

  Brother by Thelma T. Reyna        The seventh time almost worked. Officer Bo Velez hovered in the hallway, poking his large, shaved head into the trauma room whenever nurses turned their backs. They knew him and didn’t kick him out, but they hated cops hanging around after they’d brought in their trauma victim. And […]

Foal

Foal

    Foal after reading “Fugue for Other Hands” by Joseph Fasano In your next life you will be birthed in needles of hoarfrost, your eyes still in the blue gauze between this world and the next and I will kneel so close you will smell the hot iron waiting to singe your skin. You’ll […]

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

Geoff Aymar is a fellow Connecticut transplant. He’s an exemplary jazz musician, and not the only family member bursting with creative talent. To begin with, his grandfather Gordon C. Aymar is a 1914 Yale graduate, avid sailor, photographer, portraitist, author, art editor for Harper’s Weekly and Vanity Fair, and a poet…   Spring by Gordon C. Aymar, April […]

The Tooth Fairy

The Tooth Fairy

    The Tooth Fairy I pictured a figure somewhere between Tinker Bell and Dopey, wafting down through slumberland to collect, for some uncanny reason, my latest molar, placed with care between sheet and pillow, where, in the morning, I’d find another shiny dime. The fairy hailed, I felt, from the box-top capital, Battle Creek, […]

Passings

Passings

The summer was just starting yet like a fast ride it was over. The man and the woman arrived at the end; everywhere they sensed the night blooms and crickets. They yearned for the clean, ironed sheets of blue sky that folded into the past. The man and the woman stood in the yard by […]

Catch-22

Catch-22

Catch-22 A touch, a kiss A blink, a shrug A twitch, a curve A wink, a swerve A tilt, a shake A turn, a veer A rub, a rustle A look, a gaze I’d be damned if this is not a bait! A walk, a trot A gazelle, a deer A river, a lake A […]

Tea

Tea

From Eat This Poem by Nicole Gulotta © 2017 by Nicole Gulotta. Reprinted in arrangement with Roost Books, an imprint of Shambhala Publications, Inc. Boulder, CO. RoostBooks.com.   Tea by Jehanne Dubrow   Tonight I’m fruit and clove. I’m bergamot. I drop a teabag in the cup and boil the kettle until it sings. As if on cue, […]

The Existence of Us

The Existence of Us

          A key turns and I fade away He walks in and past me He doesn’t notice that I am there Maybe I’ve made myself invisible We live an apartheid existence And when we do stand together We simply become columns of catastrophe Notes that belong to different chords If I speak, he will turn If […]

Light Through the Apertures

Light Through the Apertures

    Light Through the Apertures Want to enjoy your travel?… pack little of your belongings Want to enjoy life?… keep to a minimum your yearnings We foolishly think that the foothold of earth is quite strong Haven’t we ever experienced slipping on a marble floor? Don’t take this mortal life so seriously… dear partner […]

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