Leftovers
By Korey Wallace of Sioux City, Iowa
When college was happening for most
Those men there
Were humping jungle.
Far from your video games….
By Korey Wallace of Sioux City, Iowa
When college was happening for most
Those men there
Were humping jungle.
Far from your video games….
By Donna Kathryn Kelly of Sioux Falls, South Dakota
A hope
that when the child is found…
On the talk show, the psychologist was telling the guests,
three brothers, that they needed to work through their anger
at their parents in order to move on with their lives…
I told you I wasn’t a poet anymore
stop texting me prompts and images of the sunset or twilight or stars
…
… Rain turned to sleet, then hail,
during my hour of errands,
leaving a macadamed parking
lot of black icy terror
…
In Kauai sex is everywhere
In gardens and along roadsides
Stamens in their sheaths springing out
in orange and yellow hibiscus flames
Like young stallions in the first throes of…
[…]
No more will our young lab Pepper nuzzle your ears,
lick salt from your eyes, and jump over you in joy.
No more marveling at the heap of two black labs on one bed…
[…]
Our last night on the Boulevard Montmartre, you discovered,
among dusty rows of cracked pitchers and wrinkled antique
lace, the perfect sapphire ring, insisting that I have it as a reminder
of the way you thought of me. Exhausted from our walking…
When the winds of change come knocking on your door (as they do to every door, sooner or later), don’t turn off the lights or hide behind the curtains. Try to be a good host…