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 from the westto eat it up. Another train moansa low whistle along its southerntrack, saying, “Somebody’s goingsomewhere.” But it isn’t me. I wait.Sitting in the … 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 their blackness. The sun’s corona lent its name, and blackness spread pandemically, Turning her away. Absenting her from him. Like black is the absence of … Continue reading It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward 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 from the westto eat it up. Another train moansa low whistle along its southerntrack, saying, “Somebody’s goingsomewhere.” But it isn’t me. I wait.Sitting in the … Continue reading Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea