“To His Koi,” by Gary Mesick

Apr 20th, 2019 | By

Had you a larger fleshy part
This pond would be my shopping cart.
I’d quit my job and live in ease
While I collected recipes.
I’d file them, and my list would span
From Bobby Flay to Jacques Pepin:
Exotic, simple, locavore
Thai, French, fresh, fusion, thermidor.

“In Defense of the Parpy Tree Trunk,” by Melissa Lux

Apr 20th, 2019 | By

An average dude with saxophone
can make a whole room swoon,
sadly this is not the case
for same dude with bassoon.

Two Poems by Vince Reighard

Apr 20th, 2019 | By

I had my caricature drawn at the theme park once
and the artist—sixteen, seventeen, maybe—
hands me back this sketch of Charlie Brown.

“Our natural defenses,” by M. Desmond Dahm

Apr 20th, 2019 | By

Turning from the window, Gerald made as if to sneeze.
“Who’s allergies are these?” Ava snapped,
repenting only her apostrophe.

“caveman,” by Nathaniel Sverlow

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

dragging down the dead
hallways of morning
I wonder what it all means
how sex and sustenance
had evolved
into the 8-hour job