Chad Scheel

from "Silhouettes"

jars

are an

order

*

off

set

kilter

*

congratulations

*

in         are

in         in

*

skirting

the

works

__________

pencil-skirted

knuckle rub

__________

FEELIC

__________

can

can

see

see

saw

saw

dust

__________

busses go be

__________

akin to eye washing stray

__________

flashy black

__________

IS CLASS HAPPENS

ball-capped boys the same

__________

tweeded

park

pigeon

bench

pieces

together

we’re

trouble

through

the

peephole

__________

it’s all repainted fenders today

Joe Farley

red black clay

lightening shatter

shard flower

Alexander Milne

Writing Back Words

He took it as far as he could, still morning air, dolour leaves, cheery picked tomb side, green to grey, hills disappearing in the mist  and still, further, the sea still, lapping incessant, incandescent.

His mark or marker, if you will, puzzled the walking masses, forward to the city, always forward to the city, trees gently growing from cracks, unspeakable, head first into each new day, his timing was impeccable.

Up with the sun or nearly, time he thought, pondered mostly, but came to an understanding, he was to leave in due course for lands beyond, reckoning or reasoning,  he left that to others, sticking to the sidewalk whenever he could.

Rooftops provided the best view, but he was still reeling from the shock of a morning that never fully mourned, born of sweat, the truth had so far eluded, so far, he thought and still nowhere.

He was convinced it wasn’t enough, riding the rails, further still, gathered, tired eyes no longer burning...manic joy followed by the abyss.

He felt certain, which was rare...