The sirens preceded me. It was after midnight and raining when she called. “Can you come,” her voice was calm but unsure. “Alice! Why? What’s the matter?” I asked. “Please … Continue reading The Bowling Widow by Ed Pontacoloni
Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea
My front door opens to the east.My back door opens to the north.Patio doors open south. Onlywindows look west. This morning’ssun rises bright in the eastern sky,but dark clouds come … Continue reading Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea
It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni
“I love you, but I can’t see you right now,” she turned away from him, “it’s too dark.” Owls are nocturnal and hunt in the dark. Like panthers that prefer … Continue reading It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni
To My Sister 4/21/2020 by Amaryllis Doyle
I love you but can’t see you nowOn your birthday, tomorrowWe’re both in the high risk categoryfor covid-19’s tragedy I didn’t come in Winterbecause of icy weather.I can’t come now … Continue reading To My Sister 4/21/2020 by Amaryllis Doyle
Alone by Annette Pisano-Higley
I love you but I can't see you right now,"Hear me", I cry,Your answer echoes my name, softly, "I am here.",Floating, wistfully, through tainted air,The droplets of plague kept at … Continue reading Alone by Annette Pisano-Higley
Untitled by Annette Pisano-Higley, RN
Aerial angels flurrying,Multiplying with promise,Soon to silence soundsAll around,Soon to soften color,Blanketing worries, chaos, strife,But for now,Content to driftIn ethereal dalliance.
Haiku from Home by Mila Lonetto
Been home for a month My poems are all silly What do you expect? April poetry Coronavirus haiku Nothing else to do! Sick of foraging in the fridge, I’m out … Continue reading Haiku from Home by Mila Lonetto
Untitled by Kimberley Bouchard
She walked into the garage to get the pruning clippers. Today's project, she had promised herself, was to cutback the grape vines, roses and raspberries. No more procrastination. There were … Continue reading Untitled by Kimberley Bouchard
Untitled by Janet S. Burl
The first few flakes of snow in the air on an autumn day fluttered wistfully on the slight breeze, then landed softly amidst the stones at her feet. The water in … Continue reading Untitled by Janet S. Burl