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“Pink Shutters” [by Elaine Equi]
Pink Shutters for David Trinidad Pink Shutters — Pink Shutters! Sixty-three pairs opened wide in the narrow alley as if Mao had once again proclaimed “Let a hundred windows bloom” — kiss by kiss. Shocking Pink! Pagan Pink! Milk of Magnesia and Panther Pink seductively pulling us into the air like a harem of wings…
Address Change | Donal Mahoney
Sending out an address change to a friend I haven’t seen in 50 years, I say my wife and I are moving someplace new next month barring something unforeseen. We realize something unforeseen isn’t likely to happen since we’re prepared for anything as the years march on and we march right behind them. Second only…
On Poetry and Miracles (by Nin Andrews)
Tis the season of miracles—Hanukkah, Christmas, Santa Clause. My grandchildren can barely contain themselves. “Grandma,” they ask, “Is Santa really going to come down the chimney?” One of them suspects that Amazon might be Santa Clause. Or, as she reasons, he might need a little help from UPS. Of course, it’s not just the young…
Garden | Cattail Jester
I planted a tree in your holy garden. Made my way through old auditoriums of memories playing on dirty screens. This place is not what I thought it was. I was not who I thought I was. I watered the sand bank until it collapsed down to the rest of the earth. Soon a stream…
Acquiescence | Kenneth Vincent Walker
So I sit here amongst Rabbits and squirrels, While birds charmingly Chirp, as my pain dulls. For the wildlife are mainly Content in just being free, But I’ve Acquiesced to a System that’s broken me. Nature has a natural way Of soothing the savage Beast, and also the ability Of granting my release. It took…
Reminders | Sravani Singampalli
At street number 35 In Lawson’s bay colony There’s a rich boy Enjoying sumptuous cuisines with His friends and relatives Having a barbecue, Italian pasta, spaghetti with Prawns and chilli, butter chicken, Pancakes and orange juice. Everybody is flooded with euphoria. A look of ecstasy on their faces Reminds me of the cornucopia of pleasures…