Poetry
by Haolun Xu.
“She called me to pick her up, but by the time I drove to the block, / three men in total pandemic suits were walking her out.”
by Deborah Golub.
“Think your lungs a forest cleared. /
Your breath winged / as if it had a better place to go…”
by George Looney.
“Any other day / I might give up & swallow every sound / I could utter. Not today, the wind / in cahoots with what I want, / what I need, to believe.”
by Gibson Fay-LeBlanc.
“Woke gnawing its remains. Air/
had the brackish tinge of depths I had/
all night been swimming in.”
by Laurie Klein.
“Lock that tongue to the roof / of your mouth, the therapist says, / eyeing the trach / at the base of her throat.”
by Judith Harris.
“These lone fires will never die out. /
the roses still stagger in the embers; / Light is prolific, everywhere.”
by Floyd Skloot.
“Lost in the midnight stillness, my mother / rises to dress and begin another / chilly day. She crosses the moonlit floor.”
by Halvard Johnson.
“This restaurant has a fine ambulance.” /
What my friend, of course, must have /
meant was that this restoration / had a fine ambience…”