Categoría: little chews
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“for Benny,” by John Yamrus
for Benny, thethings he sawwere never just shadowsor ghosts, they were bigger than that, so, he called them shadow ghosts, andthe ones he sawgave him no moral second chances. itwas awful. some nights,he’d sit there in that chair,and stare at them, and they’d stare back, almostdaring himto do something. but,he…
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5 Haiku by Carl Bernard Schwartz
SO CLOSE Found myself on theprecipice of smart, and thenone little misstep ~~ HARD ICED TEA Be very carefulyou might get pulled over fordriving while twisted ~~ AI, MD How are you feeling?Any better than before?We’ll send you a bill ~~ YOUTH It’s just an old coatbut put play money…
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“Souls of Emptiness” by Alice Baburek
Empty eyes. Empty heads. Empty souls. They did not hear the call of danger nor see it in the distance. Discarded as if their existence was a permanent stain on the sins of humanity, while hidden away from the cruel judgment of societal norms. Only to become extinguished within the…
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Video 13 “a butterfly on my skin, Book 2” by Christina Chin and M. R. Defibaugh
“a butterfly on my skin, Book 2,” is free to download. Here’s the link to the chapbook, which includes an intro and wonderful review by a prominent President of the British Haiku Society and a Japanese shortforms editor, Jerome Berglund. https://ko-fi.com/s/2346b3af9c
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5 Poems by Nolo Segundo
Sylvia Plath Died in a Bell Jar Sylvia Plath died in a bell jar,and I know what that is like:how scary the vacuum, how brittlea wretched little human feels insideopaque walls of touchless glass,alone in a cavern of orderless madness. The bell jar holds but three goodies:the lunatic, the horror,…
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“sitting in the sun room,” by John Yamrus
sitting in the sun room, thisSunday morning, readingVictor Hugo, ifind itdifficult to concentrate, distracted(as i am) by thisgreat big spiderclimbing the wall on my right.
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“The Eighth of Never” by Peter Lingard
Only eight members attended our Writers’ Group gathering on August 8th. The two absentees gave notice that they preferred to watch cricket. At least their regrets were timely enough for us to invite two alternates. We decided we’d discuss the future involvement of our frequent absentees over lunch at the…
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“Our First Reunion – Circa 1970” by Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Arise, earlyDress, meticulouslyYesterday – butterflies, breath held, shakingToday – “getting down” to a favorite songOn a never-ending street, familiar sights, nerves calmed. Lobby’s plush chair with a viewFidget with hairNewspaper upside down.Taxi flow erraticPositively correlated – disappointment, tension, doubtAlas, a single, red cab dispels allPassenger, but a profilethen Afro-to-toe, it…
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“getting dressed” by John Yamrus
getting dressed inthe morning,he never put onsock sock, shoe shoe… itwas alwayssock shoe, sock shoe. heknewit was odd. heknewno one everdid that exceptmaniacs and actors, but,that’s what he did. he alsomade sure touse all four corners of abrand new towel, drying(alternately)his pits and then his legs. sure,even buyingthe cheapest stuffthat…
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“Thoughts Are Free” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten, sie fliehen vorbei wie nächtliche Schatten.Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jäger sie schießenes bleibet dabei:Die Gedanken sind frei! (Thoughts are free, who can guess them? They fly by like nocturnal shadows.No person can know them, no hunter can shoot them and…
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5 Haiku by Carl Bernard Schwartz
TROUBLING URGE Just one more sweet bitelast course to round out the mealand decay the teeth ~~ BAD CONNECTIONS Phone dial broke, thenI got caught pushing numbers,now I sit in jail ~~ GENES Got BA degreeand it spells Barn Animalthat and luck pay well ~~ NO END There are no…
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“A Soldier’s Prayer” by Alice Baburek
They didn’t see the Confederates surrounding the camp early that misty morning in late October of 1864. Several Union soldiers died in the skirmish that day. The rest of the regiment was taken as prisoners and marched through the cold and freezing rain. Ten long, hard miles through the outskirts…
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Video 12 “a butterfly on my skin, Book 2” by Christina Chin and M. R. Defibaugh
“a butterfly on my skin, Book 2,” is free to download. Here’s the link to the chapbook, which includes an intro and wonderful review by a prominent President of the British Haiku Society and a Japanese shortforms editor, Jerome Berglund. https://ko-fi.com/s/2346b3af9c
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“To Yongbo: Wishes for Elsewhere” by Nolcha Fox, Translated by Yongbo Ma
Imagination is a horsewith wings of words thatmust fly free. But horses stablein a barn of bones andmuscles trapped in skin. Thoughts are eternal,barns not so. Time bringsthe barn into decline. I wish your soul could soarwith ease, and not be trappedin cold, white sheets, betrayed by what you couldnot…
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5 Haiku by Carl Bernard Schwartz
DON’T CALL ME A POEM No rhyme or reasonframes my physique or imageI just sit and drool ~~ REALLY? Takes 2 to tangocan do that by myself, ‘causeI have 2 left feet ~~ POINT OF VIEW I am a widowerif I’d had 3 wives, I wouldbe a widowest ~~ PERSONAL…
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