opaque eyes
come to close
as the right
sick from the salted flesh of the left
retches
yearns for rest
while days
burdened by their broken toes
drag
slow
-Meaghan
Rainbow by Stephen Quinn
Evo Plant by Cosmic nuggets
Dirt Road by Stephen Quinn
Mr ET by Retrowhale
Nice Tiger by Retrowhale
He walks into the diner, alone, but he looks around.
Blue flannel and jeans, stringy brown hair, all 1990’s.
He sits in a booth by himself
Pushes his silverware out of the way,
And covers his eyes with his finger tips for a time
— Perhaps as respite,
Perhaps meditative.
His right leg bounces, dirty jeans,
Dirty under the nails, dirty tennis shoes.
He has ordered a coffee and a mimosa, but I can’t help think he is too young.
He feels a little better once he gets his food.
His leg stops shaking.
He smiles at a girl passing by, who doesn’t notice him.
“Diner Observation #1” by Vanessa Cate
Artwork: The Undone by Charles Wilkins
that touch of yours is as
dangerous as
I’d expected.
— timid hands begging to be held,
stroked,
loved
in a lightless room where
no one
can hear our thoughts and
my weakness is concealed.
And I know that when I do
press your gentle palm against my own for the first time
I will feel too much to think at all.
about infidelity-
about identity-
about selfishness–
and I will have to swallow
that dripping desire
that I try to
ignore
“Restraint” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Self-reflection by Jenn Mann & Flux by Sarah Cannon