By: Sondra Lowe I don’t want to remember that your little boys are named Liam and Mason. …Or why Liam has the scar on his cheek, or when Mason plays soccer, or what their smiles look like… Like yours. I don’t want to remember your favorite songs. …Or singing them in my car. I […]
By: Sondra Lowe Everyday, I will go to the bar you took me to, because it was your favorite. And I’ll have one of those bitter, terrible “craft” things I tried… because it was your favorite. Maybe, one night you’ll walk through the door? I figure it’s worth a try, because I was […]
By: Sondra Lowe Your smile cracks like fireworks, My knees crack like I’m about to pray to gods never believed in before… Tonight. Your hands clench the strings of me, Speak so I can seek freedom like a balloon released. I imagine your lips drinking in my skin. Your eyes scare me because […]
By: Sondra Lowe I know what being dead inside is. Fossilized, I have felt it every day. Since he, Scattered his saurian footprints Across the landscape of ash left after my Paleozoic spews, In this chest of heaving tectonics about to split the pangia of my molecules. As for my ex-Mr. Meteorite, even […]
Curse You By: Kevin Diebold Second level. No parking spots. Third. None. Fourth, Jesus Christ! I turn to go up another ramp. Fifth, You’ve got to be fucking kidd- oh there’s one! I swerve into the only available spot in the five-story garage; my tires squeal viciously on the drab, gray concrete. A half empty […]
