Etiqueta: little chews
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“Confabulation” by Bill Tope
Paulie sat in the lurid orange beanbag chair in what passed for the living room of his hovel. He extended his thin legs, and his house slippers hung off his feet, then slipped to the uncarpeted floor with a little plop. Paulie gazed at his cell phone and saw a…
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World Weary: A Poetic Triad by John RC Potter
“Birds in the Setting Sun” artwork by the author’s god-daughter, Nisa Winter Existential Navigation From last year’s eclipse, when all looked skyward,to yet another earthquake last week in Istanbul;from a darkened sky denoting a world on fire,to when I felt the foundations of our world shake: It is existential navigation.…
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“Mrs. Buttersworth” by Bill Tope
The cold autumn wind rustling through the many trees made a sound like parched bones rattling in a dried, brittle skeleton. The few remaining birds fluttered away as the brown, papery, deeply-veined leaves tossed to and fro. A light rain began to fall. Below the canopy of leaves stood two…
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“woman singing red falling as a waterfall” by Yongbo Ma, Helen Pletts, and Nolcha Fox
and a solitary shadow wading into the redalong with the notes and their shady flow,the red stairs are light flux and musicand black night switches their shimmer full on (Helen) She is a white bird warbling, lighting up the night.Notes escape her throat and tumble downthe red stairs of passion,…
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“Web” by Bill Tope
Grabbing the cast-iron doorknob in one gloved hand, I edged the ancient wooden door open a crack, then pull it wide. It opened without a sound, on well-oiled hinges. Not knowing at all what to expect, I stood stunned on the threshold of the old, small outbuilding. There I beheld…
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“Shared Love” by Bill Tope
“What’re you gonna do,” asked Annie, tall and blond and strikingly beautiful, “when everybody’s insane?” “Everybody’s insane?” asked Disha skeptically. “Could you narrow it down a little?” She smiled, her perfect teeth white against her swarthy complexion. “Well,” said Annie, “the men in my life, all my relatives, the people…
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2 Poems by John Yamrus
there’s a ton ofreasonswhy Carl left, but,if you ask Maggie, notone of themwas any goodand neither was Carl. ~~ she looked me rightin the eye and said:these things are incredible. yourpoems have wings. i’llrememberevery single one of them fora long, long time. then,she put my bookback on the table, turned…
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5 Bach Poems by Richard LeDue
After Bach Hearing Bach’s Chaconneembellished in such a waythat emotions become flowersone buys for a first dateor for a gravestonenamed after someone you loved,and the mathematical precisionstarts to get sloppylike a drunk kisson New Year’s Eve,leaving Bach’s wife stilldead and buriedwhile he was away. ~~ Where Death Isn’t Silence Brahms…
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“Calling all Angels” by Peter Lingard
At a barbecue, a man I didn’t know paid too much attention to my date, Kathleen. The man called her Angel – Angel this and Angel that. Each Angel burrowing further under my skin. Jack, Kate’s brother and the host, realised I was getting annoyed. “He’s a pain, ain’t he?”…
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Let’s Get Wet by Carl Bernard Schwartz
Two geese introduce their goslings to the water (from Carl’s American River Collection).
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“Le Penseur” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
Stan sat before the old television set, unmoving. He was just dimly aware that his torso and limbs were arranged in the same posture as Rodin’s “The Thinker,” only in flesh tones instead of the bronze of the sculpture. While “Le Penseur” had for more than a century captivated observers…
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“Cousin Sherry (Back) on the Phone” by Bill Tope
I was surprised to hear from my cousin Sherry again. We hadn’t spoken since our telephone dust-up several years before, at the height of the Covid epidemic, when she vented her spleen on Dr. Fauci, Joe Biden, African Americans, and the like. Spying Sherry’s name on the caller ID, I…
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“if” by John Yamrus
if heor she ortheyor them or it speaksto your heart, takeit homeand keep it. everything elseis a great big waste of time.
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