Honeydew Sherbet

A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Down the patio walk,
under the trellis toward me
yellow frock, yellow hair
rising and falling

I lie in my lawn chair,
spoon honeydew sherbet, sip
pink ade from a tall glass,
cubes circling

She is almost upon me
I look up and I tell her
I have sand, sea, skies, laughs,
all paid for and nothing
nothing at all to do.

Distance

A Poem by Susan Dale

How far must I travel to find you?
Into the oldest rainforest
Where dwell tree spirits since the dawning of time?

Or deep down inside the bowels of earth
Amongst sleeping locusts and a stream of molten lava
Smoldering beneath earth’s crust?

Past bird song and sunset
Beyond twilight into the darkest night
where even owls are quiet and bats fear to fly
Or down clackety-clack tracks
On a ghost train moaning in the night?

Where have you gone?
I fear into the back of beyond
where winds are fashioned and hurricanes die
Where promises are no longer spoken
And footsteps are silent

Black waters rise around you
Higher
And you sink deeper.

Domestic Mythology

A Poem by A.J. Huffman

I thought if I looked deep enough
into his eyes I could see the future.
But lies layered in smiles are
the only stars in that particular showing.
And I have never held a proclivity
for astronomy. I am my own
astronaut. Floating. Uninhibited
in an atmosphere of self-suffocation.
I breathe — only inside
the poison of my own mind.
A uniquely designed antidote
for the exquisite fairy-kissed mouths
of beach-born boys playing
at being a god.