dewy banks
awake all night
sleeping on the chest of your tender companion
by Ed Zahniser of Shepherdstown
Breakfast Shift
The songs weren’t enough to keep them from starving. So she left with nothing but a pack of cigarettes and a tattoo of a heart with "Forever" scrawled across her shoulder in midnight ink. Back to her frozen friends and the diner that serves the best pancakes north of Utica; she waits for another half-assed prince in a flannel shirt who’ll make her believe she matters.
by Alicia Bishop Drumgoole of Harpers Ferry
Out of Mouths
My
son
at six
amazed me
when he said, But Dad,
there's so much playing I must do.
by Hal O'Leary of Wheeling
Raking
He was raking leaves until his wife called him in for lunch. Tomato soup--his least favorite.
"What were you doing out there?"
"Raking leaves."
"There are no leaves, Edwin. You had the tree cut down last fall."
"See for yourself," he said, pointing to the window.
"There are no leaves!"
He looked at his soup, clumps of tomato skins floating on top.
"I hate your soup! It’s always so runny and tasteless."
"What soup, Edwin?"
by Christina Murphy of Huntington
"What were you doing out there?"
"Raking leaves."
"There are no leaves, Edwin. You had the tree cut down last fall."
"See for yourself," he said, pointing to the window.
"There are no leaves!"
He looked at his soup, clumps of tomato skins floating on top.
"I hate your soup! It’s always so runny and tasteless."
"What soup, Edwin?"
by Christina Murphy of Huntington
Dentistry
by Christina Murphy of Huntington
