The Bee's Knees | Bruce McRae
It’s only suddenly dawned on me,
how I’m nothing more than sand in a shoe.
That I’m a puppet in a seaside skit.
.
A Question for the Oracle at Delphi | J.R. Solonche
Know thyself.
Okay.
Nothing in excess.
Thievery | Elizabeth Majerus
I took things from you: an eyelash
plucked, a rib dislodged, two percent
of your verbal skills creamed off the top.
The Request | Linda Melick
I asked for it
before she could.
She wanted one too
Ode to the Glorious Cheeseburger | William Wright Harris
All cheeseburgers are poems.
The meat, the center of this solar system,
is the main subject, or rather a juxtaposition of
1971 | Elizabeth Majerus
I felt like a cellophane wrapper
on a pack of cigarettes.
I hid nothing, I couldn’t
The Prisoners | Alessandro Cusimano
crawling against the light
the beggars keep watching
the city has betrayed them
I’d Like to Stop Eating Meat | Brian Baumgart
I’d like to stop eating
meat, to protect cows
and pigs from the gnash
Ode to My Wok | William Wright Harris
Incorporating the
loneliness
of Li Po-
Icarus | J.C. Elkin
O
the
whoosh
The Contest | Kevin P. Keating
We began playing our epic game when we were still young, not long out of college, and my opponent (for once I’ll abide by the rules of civil discourse and refer to her by the nom de guerre