All We
By Anita Leigh Holladay
Hands converge
towards top
of clock on kitchen wall. Beneath,
table full of dips, smoked salmon,
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Comeona’ My Kitchen
By John Sangster
Push back the chrome dinette.
Slow dance on my linoleum
(clock radio knows the hits).
Tonight we cookin’.
Flat Poem
By John Sangster
This the
Flat-ass truth. Cruisin’ down
Flatbush when Boom!
Flat tire. Gets out, hears music—third-floor
Guitar Propped Upright in My Study Corner
By John Sangster
Mother’s violin waits in the attic,
wondering if it remembers how to sing.
Father’s songs (It meant he was happy)
hang in the air.
A Visit in West Haven
By Judith Miller
If I could say where I had been today,
describe a room holding its breath behind drawn, faded drapes,
hoarding its hope against the cruel demands of light.
If I could name the pleasantries punctiliously observed,