Photo by David Salinas
REVELATION
by Christopher Luna
each night we peer into
the soul's desire made flesh
sup deeply the sweet horror
of our netherlongings:
hunger that must never be
satiated
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Photo by Chris Sartain
Childhood Memories
Carolyn Riker
Those memories
the color of a Polaroid
taken from a short distance
still remain unclear.
Were the memories real
was the house that shaken
did the floorboards creak
in a certain anticipation?
Those known footsteps
a heaviness,
stomping, deliberately
hesitating at each door.
How do those memories
remain present in the
corners of yesteryear
as if they are still here?
Curious, young, excusing
the weight on tiny shoulders
carries the silent shivers
‘till tears appear.
Dusty memories noticed.
Triggered by a scent,
a voice, the free hang
of a swing lifts hope.
Stay detached
from memory’s eye
clutch the edges
as the Polaroid dries.
Swing slightly higher
pretend to have wings
eyes closed, heart opened
heals those memories.
Photo by Mats Strandberg
The Rider Mower
by Erika Burkhalter
It happened in slow motion.
The tumble down the hill.
The rider-mower—with my grandpa astride.
All the grandkids were watching.
It was Allis Chalmers, of course.
Because that’s what he sold, my grandpa,
whose family hailed from Norway,
and farmed in Minnesota.
It rolled and rolled.
And I was sure that my grandpa would die.
But in the end, all that was injured
was his pride.