December 19, 2018
The Lookouts got their first shot at fame;
A New York Yankees Exhibition game.
They signed Jackie Mitchell, a publicity stunt,
but she pitched like a pro, not some sorry runt.
The starter gave up a hit and a double.
They sent Jackie in to heal this trouble.
She struck out Ba...
December 18, 2018
David I Mayerhoff
With nose upturned
And body ready for battle
The warrior prepares
To engage the adversary
He presses his suit
Shaves his face
Dashes on cologne
And out of the house
Parkway is littered with cars
Honking and sirens
The din of the morning
Wafts slowly toward his open window with th...
December 17, 2018
If only love offered
One last boon.
If only I could enchant you
With a spell of strength.
You have doomed yourself
To save yourself.
Yellow jackets sting our heels.
We have tap-danced backwards
Instead of forwards.
Lost in the cracks,
You seek cover on the sidewalk.
I venture rou...
December 16, 2018
Ann Christine Tabaka
Long fingers of night reach out for
evening, embracing her with soft
velvet arms. Quietude is her
name, she lives for this moment.
Diamonds dance across the surface
of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at
a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays
of sun are swallowed by the horizon.
December 15, 2018
You don’t love me and that’s
okay. Any trace of emotion is like
breakthrough bleeding – nothing
to worry about. You don’t know me.
And I blame you, just like I said
I wouldn’t. I’m sorry, just like I
knew I would be. Day follows
night. The circle remains unbroken.
It never occ...
December 14, 2018
You won’t like why I’m telling
you this story about when the carnival
came to town. Set up in the mall
parking lot next to the dying Sears,
the late summer heat glints off the steel,
and from the top of the Ferris wheel, I
can see the highway rising like an ordinary
December 13, 2018
The ground moves with snakes,
and the sky bleeds red streaks,
as if the night couldn’t leave
without a fight, and all your dreams
are tragedies where no one dies,
but everyone suffers. In your past
life when you woke up hungover, you’d
think, Anything is better than this.
December 12, 2018
A girl crawls out of the dumpster
at the Shell where I am getting
gas early Sunday morning, the heat
already like a blanket. In the bleached
denim light, I gather empty water
bottles and fast food wrappers to toss
while the girl motions to someone
who crawls out of the dumpst...
December 11, 2018
The noise, constant, felt like a blanket
of quiet, and intrusions of silence opened
like a cut, unexpected, awful, a gaping
wound that needed to be covered lest it
allow entry into the blood. Let’s face it.
I am broken, and nothing should touch me.
I am alone, and the night...
December 10, 2018
How much does it hurt,
you don't even feel,
The ground beneath your feet,
At that moment,
you see the ugly face of evil,
laughing at you,
But you're a victim,
you can't do anything,
and you know it.
If you survived somehow,
well, not less than a miracle,
you choose to live:
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