Thursday, March 31, 2022
Bright Shine By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Saturday, March 26, 2022
This House By Kevin M. Hibshman
It was supposed to represent new beginnings.
You had visions of living in it as a child.
We were going to keep busy maintaining it.
You had plans to paint the walls.
We were going to entertain both new friends and old ones.
They would aid us in making a history that would gain richness
through the years.
I would write.
You would paint.
There would be unscripted adventures.
Surprises that help keep us alive.
We filled it with plants the cats set about savaging.
Their antics eased the disappointment and sacrifice.
You grew weaker as I cowered in the corners.
None of the many doctors had much to say.
The appliances all began to break down.
I doubted they would ever be replaced.
Monday, March 14, 2022
Parallel Lines by Susan Isla Tepper
Thursday, March 3, 2022
A Favour By Ian Lewis Copestick
I really don't know
if I am ready to meet
another woman yet,
after my wife dying
only nine months ago.
I don't know if I am
ready for another
sexual relationship.
So, I'm asking my
friends, will you let
me borrow your
partners ?
Just as a kind of
experiment ?
I'll spend the night
with your wives, and
girlfriends.
I'm not saying that
anything is going to
happen.
It probably/possibly won't.
But, you'll be doing me
a really good favour.
I'd really appreciate it.
I mean, we are friends
aren't we ?