Rumbles

By Hiram Larew

Easy sigh me           Kiss the very blears of my corners           Calm my rustlings           Hush my eyes           Dawn my furrowed nocturnings Easy sigh me           Whisper near the crest of my shadows           Pause…

We Cannot Both Be True

By Violet Mitchell

In three seconds, she/I will no longer remember           the inconsistency           of this                                         moment,                                       or the mundane thrill               on your/our breath.                                                                   An umbrella,           which she/I/we thought…