Grimaldi’s Thanksgiving Antoinette Carone __________ Grimaldi knew something was afoot. His nap was disturbed by a noisy hustle and bustlecoming from downstairs. He pricked up his ears. Someone might be coming to chase him off the bed. Then he remembered that he now lived with Anna and Salvatore and was…
Read MoreLifespan, Lovespan & The Golden Storm Tara Flaherty Guy __________ Lifespan, Lovespan Lucy lies in a splash of late afternoon sun where it slants in through the patio door, warming the carpet and her soft grey fur. It is unseasonably warm for late October, and the patio door is open.…
Read MoreThe Cat’s Eyes & Dog People Assume All People Are Dog People Patrick Paridee Samuel __________ The Cat’s Eyes I hold him downknowing better,patience buildingobstruction as hisvision triggersscent-seeing, dirtdigging stick.To his cornerto clean himselfthe shapes he makesreaching, licking.Each day comingwhen my coffee’s done,Cuisinart beepscalling as if straywhere my husbandsleeps. Chirps…
Read MoreMorning Light Robin Michel __________ I stand by the windowoverlooking the empty schoolyard. Blue morningsky flushes a rising pink like my daughter’s facewhen anxious. “I can’t sleep,” she said, her voice furredwith fatigue. Before our phone call ended, I forgot to askif she’d settled on a name. Over two weeks…
Read MoreMistakes Have Been Made Catherine Coan __________ When I see a lost dog sign, I imaginethat the dog has gone to outer space alonein the Russian tradition, I mean in the traditionof Russian novels: his little face at a portholegazing out at a vast and twinkling oblivion. When he sleeps,…
Read MorePromises Made Edward Baranosky __________ And with black ice, hidden by the snow.–The Book of Job, 6; 16 1and all winter long,the premonition of lost wordsslips between us,into the snow and black-magic wings’February confluence of crows 2the February thaw smacksof indigestion, and an acid refluxrestricting the movementof the dubious knowledge…
Read MoreWhat If the Symbol Were a Puppy?, Tinka and the Magic Beans, & Needing Feed Tricia Knoll __________ What If the Symbol Were A Puppy? The puppy promisedits only lifeto comfort, healto the end of each day,attending even night screams. What if it were taught with patiencenot to bite or…
Read MoreIt’s Nice to be Kneaded R. Elliott Martin __________ When we moved into my apartment, spent from the divorce, my furry little buddy kept his distance. Content to be fed and left alone, he was aloof, independent, free. His gray and white fur did not yet cover my shirts, pillow, couch. And the curtains had not been…
Read MoreChloe Goes to College Robbie Gamble __________ Last night I saw the Subaru in my dreams. Now they have dragged my dog bed from the trunk, stuffed it with boxes, tote bags, a duffel big enough to hold three of me. This is not a good sign. Luggage means absence, and though I do…
Read More