Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 26, 2012
The day
Immense
Blue sky
Everywhere
Submitted by Neil McKay on August 26, 2012
This house seems empty this morning
And the cat cannot understand.
He does not connect the For Sale sign
on the roadside with the uncharacteristically
tidy rooms he roams through.
The house is a motel this morning
Inoffensive paintings and the books are fewer on the shelves.
They are organized by color and not by subject.
James' Tropic of Cancer and Balzac's Droll Stories
Displayed in spite of their content.
The house is quiet this morning
Save for the meowling of the cat
Who calls for answers in the empty rooms
And longs for the murmur of voices
At the kitchen table.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 25, 2012
Brown skinned
Beauty
Waves with
News of
Points west
Purple
Splashes
Color
My eye
Ocean’s
Iron blue
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 24, 2012
Garlic
Olive oil
Basil
Baguette
Salt surprise
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 23, 2012
The new credit card arrived in the mail
I called the one eight hundred number
Approval arrived in a nanosecond
Suddenly I felt as if I had more money
For books and wine and music and...
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