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...