by anon
he loves sinning in film
by monica smith
Sleep has its idealized form:
the gentle pajama night,
with blue cotton ticking and
soft lilac light
and crickets not too far away,
the summer caress of silky smooth
sheets, or winter’s flannel comfort...
the tea lounge part 2
by graham brown
I had to talk to her. The voice(s) in my head were demanding it...
an open letter to Michael Jackson
by charity thomas
Dear Michael Jackson, I've been needing to talk to you for along time...
revenge is sweet
by elle klein
Twenty minutes later we're having a nightcap at his house, and taking turns on who's kissing who...
settle
by lisa roth
A handy-dandy college dictionary sits beside the bed...
the tea lounge part 1
by graham brown
Alone with the mom squad at the local coffee house...
coming clean
by nathan faudre
It could have been the squid...
by carol hechmer
It's amazing what a girl on a bicycle in this town
will do to the men of it.
an irish haiku
by ben carlin
father flannigan...
homing device
by carol hechmer
Miniature monarchs with a perfectly drawn map
embedded in their being
addict
by graham brown
girls are so cool
evening rave
by carol hechmer
kissing can be conversation.
evening musings of a silly girlchild grown 30
by carol hechmer
An apology, I offer, though it is insincere.
Not in motivation but in wisdom.
love lucky?
by christopher john
Faith is not so necessary.
act one
by lisa roth
I imagine a couple
Quite a pair
Quite a scene
haunted
by graham brown
a soft chill..
