A Vow

by Simon Pettet
Each portion
of perfect beauty
is acutely noted,
deftly remarked upon
and
not at all dismissed
Clap hands mouth clichés.
When did you stop loving me?
I never stopped loving you!,
How could you possibly say such terrible things?
I don’t. You do,
You do, sweetie, you do . . .
Some Musings in the Solarium

by Simon Pettet
lizard sits on a rock
lizard sits
sun’s hot
sun refracted to lizard
through the spotlessly–clean high–rise
plate–glass windows.
lizard is not disturbed by this
not at all
lizard even opens self up wider,
stretch to properly adjust
to the sun’s rays
lizard finds health and warmth in the depth
of winter
— and this is not what lizard expects!
Ode to the Romance of the Thief

by Paula Cisewski
But if he was hungry the thief
or his children were
hungry who said
he has children
better if he has the thief
stealing the taste from your supper
with his lean disdain
like a crow the thief
liberating us from a bit of
our excess the thief
so intimately slides
his hand in your dark pocket the thief
grows a beard for a portable hideout
the thief is eternally strolling away
his getaway the thief ’s will it end
clumsily a mistake a pearl
brooch for his mother’s birthday
who said he has a mother
better if
the thief
retreats into night
close your curtains
there’s a raccoon
in the alley the thief
looks right through you to
your most treasured object the thief
is loyal to his private country
we assume
who said he has
a privacy the thief
that didn’t belong to
someone else first
Melusina

by J. B. Sisson
“You’ve got the breasts of a mermaid,” he said
and added, “She just called. She wants them back.”
A fantasy implodes with one wisecrack
and festers, even for a newlywed
slowly succumbing to a curious dread,
as though a comment were a sneak attack
by her beloved mythomaniac
walking a cliff trail on West Quoddy Head:
green water flashing in the rocks below,
an eagle rising on a thermal draft,
the raucous mockery of a white crow
as if a multitude of sea gods laughed
while Melusina opened her trousseau
full of the marvels of her ancient craft.