Al Ortolani: Picking Ticks Off the Dog
Pulling ticks is not for the faint at heart.
Tony Gloeggler: Autistic Basketball
you rise with the memory
of your first taste of schoolyard
grace and lay it softly against
the backboard
Connie Post: Estrangement
you watch a burning city
from far away
and notice a pigeon flying towards you
gaining speed
pulling the sky’s edges with it
Octavio Paz: Motion
If you are the basket of oranges
I am the knife of the sun
James Davis May: Out Too Far
His wife, he’ll find out later, is worried
he hates them. How to tell her
that he sometimes doesn’t know how
he’s ended up in bed?
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And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
Claude McKay: December, 1919
‘Tis ten years since you died, mother,
Just ten dark years of pain,
And oh, I only wish that I
Could weep just once again.