Self-Portrait as a Persimmon in Snow

Carol Berg   Why not grow here in this nettle tree nestled in this wintry air, dusted with snow. I appear strange to you, aglow in orange. Although the world breathes out its gray breath. Why not see the tree holding me as carefully as its leaf in Spring, the...

(Special Affair)

Julián David Bañuelos   Take this shot of tequila & let’s play in the dark where we can hide our faces & our hides— You already knew that huh? This is a curse casted without a spell. My name backwards in your mouth is noon & level, nice &...

Ambidextrous

Rebecca Myers   Loving you is as simple as painting the nails on my left hand, while loving myself is attempting the right; a skill I’ve not mastered, despite years of trying. I cannot keep steady enough not to mess it up, though I begin with the best of...

The Waterfall

Ray Ball   The fountain’s bubbling reminds me of a waterfall, of how my parched tongue tasted the tide’s sweep as a waterfall. My homeland was dry. I took a camel across enemy territory to meet her at a waterfall. We shared pomegranates. Our fingers stained the...

Just Desserts

Sandy Green   The coffee cake has its own life alongside vanilla ice cream without being drowned by its neighbor thawing on the plate. The measure of one is the gage of the other. Melted caramel rings the wedge of cake and dollop of ice cream in a hug. We sip...