From Up on the Row of Garage Roofs We Threw Broken Shingles Down at the Cops
my mother
heard my description
over the scanner
I told her I had
never seen
Orion brighter,
but Kahoutek looked
like a dirty
smudge in the
rake of blue
light.
Michael McInnis lives in Boston and served in the Navy chasing white whales and Soviet submarines. His poetry and short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Chiron Review, The Commonline Journal, Cream City Review, Naugatuck Review, Oxford Magazine and Yellow Chair Review to name a few.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
Heidi Blakeslee
My Roots of Loneliness
my mother's favorite
thing to do with us when we
were little kids was to
dump us off at someone else's house
or leave us
with a babysitter
in the summers, when
we had off
she would take us to a park
in Conneautville
in sweltering heat
and leave us there all day
with some sort of poorly-run
situation for low-income families
we would eat a bag lunch
consisting of a sandwich, a piece of fruit
and a carton of chocolate milk
it wasn't all bad
i learned to play chess there,
and sometimes I would make
a friend for a day
we would walk the block or so away
to go to the library
but i remember spending
the majority of the days
waiting for my mother
to pick us up
in the minivan
for her to love us
and be with us
however
briefly
Heidi Blakeslee lives and writes in Ambridge, Pa. She has been published in many chapbooks, zines, and newsletters over the years. She also has two poetry books, "The Empress of Hours," and "Should the Need Arise," a memoir, "The White Cat: A Paranormal Memoir," and a novel, "Strange Man: The Edgar Allan Foe," available on amazon.com.
my mother's favorite
thing to do with us when we
were little kids was to
dump us off at someone else's house
or leave us
with a babysitter
in the summers, when
we had off
she would take us to a park
in Conneautville
in sweltering heat
and leave us there all day
with some sort of poorly-run
situation for low-income families
we would eat a bag lunch
consisting of a sandwich, a piece of fruit
and a carton of chocolate milk
it wasn't all bad
i learned to play chess there,
and sometimes I would make
a friend for a day
we would walk the block or so away
to go to the library
but i remember spending
the majority of the days
waiting for my mother
to pick us up
in the minivan
for her to love us
and be with us
however
briefly
Heidi Blakeslee lives and writes in Ambridge, Pa. She has been published in many chapbooks, zines, and newsletters over the years. She also has two poetry books, "The Empress of Hours," and "Should the Need Arise," a memoir, "The White Cat: A Paranormal Memoir," and a novel, "Strange Man: The Edgar Allan Foe," available on amazon.com.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Scott Wozniak
Sweat to Live
Today
I was at work
shoveling dirt,
moving
wheelbarrows
and carrying
cinder blocks
from here
to there.
During all this
I realized I
will most-likely
never receive
easy money
for my poems.
Then I thought
of the one word,
Yamrus poem,
“Endure,”
and how he’d
summed up
my whole
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