GUEST POST // Greatest Song Ever Written by Tony Brown

suppose you stop snickering
and get shut of the need
to scorn those folks over there
fingering slipcovers
in the discount aisle
talking only to each other
when they speak of
perfection and how well
these would go with
the drapes in the front room

and suppose
you quit sneering at those
who proclaim their love
for the Beatles as you cannot
distinguish between
an emotional bond to their
soundtrack of a lifetime
and your own decidedly
up-to-the-minute
lasting-maybe-a-minute
enthusiasm for whatever minute
you find yourself in
(unless
of course
it hits you
RIGHT THERE
like a never-ending
cryogenic block
on your future)

and suppose
you get your head
out of whatever fragrant
arrogant nook
you keep it in
and see yourself
years from now
dressed fifteen years
too early for retro fashion
choosing from cheap mirrors
in a bargain aisle
while humming
yesterday’s
greatest song ever written

by TONY BROWN
© All rights reserved 2022

GUEST POST // Hide & Seek by Kelly K. Green

Are you there?
peeking around corners
tiny sausages gripping door panel
inevitable giggle ringing
in the imagination
where possibility is endless
& no one can be found

by KELLY K. GREEN
© All rights reserved 2021

GUEST POST // Let Me Fall by Tara Caribou

help [me] overcome
\\myself//
reach }}inside{{
pull me
_out_
let me ~run~ my fingers
down. your. throat.
I want to
________f
_________a
__________ll
into the **magic** of
your •eyes•
while I +ride+ you
into |o|b|l|i|v|i|o|n|

by TARA CARIBOU
© All rights reserved 2017-2020

origami sky

i’m a paper boat
i simply refuse to sink
and why should i sink?
now i am a paper kite
i can learn to soar, can’t i?

not gonna nosedive
paper kites are made to climb
climb in circle sighs
now i am a paper plane
i can learn to fly, can’t i?

skimming over clouds
welcome to the stratosphere
free of gravity
i am a paper rocket
i can learn to float, can’t i?

lifting in my truth
yeah, i belong nowhere else
it’s all perspective
whether i shall sink or float
up or down, just directions

unfolded sideways
i trace my creases proudly
one day, i may fray
but i won’t regret the cost
to start again, a blank sheet

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019