What a Mess by Tom Carpenter

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What a Mess

He’s so bad
But he’s so good
That damn dog
My furry son

Random Shoe by Jane Sellman

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Random Shoe

A random shoe on the file cabinet
resting on its heel
stiletto actually
awaiting
the return of its owner
or at least its perfect mate.

forgotten in the midst
of a holiday soiree
AAAAAA—as is the elegant woman who hopped away in the night

it remains months later
waiting to be filed under “Heels, High”

or become a work of found art.

In my imagination, I see the docent, in sensible shoes,
pointing to it.

Murphy’s Welcome by Dayna Carpenter

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Murphy’s Welcome

caramel colored
puppy paws,
milk chocolate eyes,
rough-tongued kisses,
a strong toothy grip
and wagging tail,
he welcomes us home.

Porch by Avelino Maestas

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Porch

Swollen veins, coursing with arsenic
Corrosive blood seeping from every wound
At once protecting and decaying before evaporating in the sun

With socks of iron and shoes of concrete
you rise to new heights. Not a chameleon,
still your form is a mimic, a skeletal Xerox

Pine, melded with steel and sweat
How many years until the elements take their toll?
How long before you too lie on the lawn, decrepit

Like the one you replaced?

Meat Dreams by Erika Ferrin

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Meat Dreams

In the melancholy darkness I dream of you.
Squared sides, brown as wind-blown hay
Dense like compact earth, but more savory
You are complicated, always testing the limits of my sanity
I dream of you.
O, meatloaf.
Let me know your secrets.

On this Day by Tega Akpoyigo

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On this Day

She likes me. Yes she does. How do
I know? She showed me. It was
today when we had that talk. She
said I was a sweet girl. I had
thought that she would just go ahead an
say something nasty just the way the
others would. She was fair and true
for a moment I thought she was mother, then I
wished she was mother. Some conversations
you have with a whole lot
to take with you.

Stink bugs by Michelle Jordan

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Stink bugs

Midnight.
The cat comes to bed
Bearing olfactory badges
of battles waged.
She pushes
her face against mine
proudly sharing
a vaguely cilantro-scented head.

Golden Hair by Kiana Harvey

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Golden Hair

My golden streaks
sparkles in the sun’s romance
as it tickles the back of my neck
brightens my buttery complexion
and curves my stern face
exposing the reflection of my hair
oh how I love it
the bangs boarders my
African, oval shaped eyes.

A Journey by Jim Lord

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A Journey

What a journey
I have had
Across the state and back

In search of crab cakes
And an “A”
Across the state and back

Fun with my daughter
Wife and friends
Drive, eat, repeat

Traveling the state
In search of crabcakes
Was not an easy feat

The book is done
And I am spent

Crabcakes
Never again, will I eat

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