On the Back of a Photograph
by Joseph Lockard
Blue scripted
motherly letters
meaning so much.
Centerfold,
grabbing the onlooker in years future.
White encompass its world
trapping Kodak,
Do not copy.
A 3x5 universe tells a mini tale,
encapsulating the past on its back.
Name
Age
School year
Date
Smokey
cafe.
by Larissa R. Goodman
Cigarettes
free floating in mid air...
jazzy notes echoed in background noises.
it's silent as if one is listening to rain
thats when you step on stage...
and your silhouette caught my eye.
heart racing but i'm fine.
your words traveled around the room
but it was felt most in my mind
still in deep thought
counting each breath as you talk.
interrupted by cool snapping
and yet still...lost in your illusion.
Did they feel what I felt in me?
Your image disappeared
and I slowly sipped my tea,
while I replayed your poem,
dedicated to me.
The Return
by
Valerie Lute
The first
thing I noticed
when I entered the door
was the prevalent scent,
country apple and spice,
I had never noticed before.
The rooms had changed sizes
while I was away,
now bigger and emptier
and brighter although,
as the rooms had got lighter
the wood cupboards had darkened
into the rich color
of a black cup of coffee
so deep that I'm sure
if I had stared into one
I would have been lost
and never returned.
The bathroom's sponge painted spots
had got up and moved
like they had held a square dance
and just do-sa-doed
but halted right where they were
when I entered the room,
all mixed up
but not knowing what else to do.
The only constant
was the tiny closet space
that now seemed unfamiliar
like I had only seen it once
in a dream a long time before
but completely forgotten
until I had opened the door.
I blow around like a ghost
in this strange house
that as it entices,
cannot keep me in the door.
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