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May I…?

May I…?

May I Have This Last Dance, Mr. Banana Nose? I cannot remember not loathing Sunday school. And much of that loathing, more than likely, stemmed from the fact that I wasn’t a cool kid. I was as far from cool as a screaming tea kettle from a popsicle – a shy, socially awkward, irremediably klutzy, [...]

On Hold

On Hold

Phone rings 3:10 a.m. dad in hospital come now heart races little girl in white dress snaps to attention 3,000 miles last seat on flight feels different this time frail man in a chair my knees want to buckle hi dad I’m here Gerdie is that you? Yes, it’s me I feel him slipping away [...]

Keeping Sane, and Other Aspirations

Keeping Sane, and Other Aspirations

(Excerpt from a novel-in-progress) Although I am only eleven years old and one would think that young, blank canvas, nascent minds would be constantly in motion with new ideas, fun amusements, and creative endeavors, sometimes I need a mind-numbing pastime. Thank God for TV. It can’t get more anesthetizing than that (I’ll admit I had to [...]

Two Haiku for the Exes

Two Haiku for the Exes

Haiku for Spousal Support If you had made more, You could have bought me success. I should have more now.   Haiku for the Division of Community Property My financial plan: Make your money work for me So I don’t have to.       Copyright © 2004 Haiku by Peggy Sue Davis    

“Target”

“Target”

  Copyright © 2014 Book 2:  Alterations | Thread Light Through Eye of Storm by Gerda Govine ~~~ Gerda Govine Ituarte’s new publication, Oh, Where Is My Candle Hat?, is a handmade limited edition poetry art book written in English and Spanish with original artwork by Luis Ituarte (Poetry Art Book Station). She states that “writing poetry allows [...]

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro

At writing class at UCLA extension, I stare at figures on a table. A clay face figure on this table disturbs me. Its three clear blue eyes gaze out. “Who are we behind our eyes?” I used to ask that of Jeff when we hung out in the UCI cafeteria, Jeff, putting salt and  pepper [...]

Split Decision

Split Decision

She just couldn’t go back. It was the fear of returning, returning to the narrow, pale Dickensian chins, colorless competition with glazed blue eyes looking beyond and through her; the easing of their shapeless forms against cold leather chairs, pushing corporate words over, around and past her. The routine movements stretched and splattered, extending like [...]

Writing Soup

Writing Soup

I am confused and bewildered in a house whose couches sprawl and sag and whose books give off musty odors as blonde, blue-eyed, white-toothed actresses sit together as on a bus of youth headed towards Pilates, thinking strength and prettiness will gift them the innate poem. I sit across the room near three older women [...]

Photograph in the Studio

Photograph in the Studio

Photograph in the Studio by Jacqueline Tchakalian There’s a black, sticky spot on the photograph of my husband. Shadows of branch, lattice work, pattern his shirt. Half his face glows in late after- noon sun, the other half darkens in its own shade. There were three of us that day:  Father, mother, daughter. We had [...]

This Moment

This Moment

This Moment by Austin Straus at the dining table, chewed and savored, reverberating in my skull, seeping into memory staying forever and when and if it ever dies, if everything dies when the person dies, I will feel the loss, somehow, a loss to posterity, to the universe of a moment that throbbed with life, [...]

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