Pheromones Were In the Air by Milton Ehrlich He saw her elegant face on a Satsuma vase, but discovered a loneliness gnawing her gut. She, sad as a weeping widow in explosive licorice— he, trying to cheer her up with his Charlie Chaplin song and dance routine. He often thought of Confucius’ advice: It does […]
A Wake-Up Call by Milton Ehrlich I woke up this morning with the sight and scent of bouquets of red roses assembled on my chest. My sleeping wife was gone. An indentation of her body, was all that remained in bed. I searched all the rooms in our house without ever opening a door— and […]
Coffee Shop Girl by Christopher Linforth She looks over my poem and tells me to replace slugabed with a word the common people will understand. I can’t tell her it’s part of my style—she knows I’m all surface, that I carry a DVD about a Michael Jackson impersonator in my messenger bag, that I pretend […]
First Winter After She Left by Yash Seyedbagheri First winter after Mother leaves, sister Nancy and I shovel unruly snow, hands weighed down by patches. Flakes fly, whirling seductresses. We clear faster. Flakes cover clearness. Nature gives. Takes. Gives people wanderlust, makes world cold. We try to make everything perfect. Keep clearing. We trip. Keep […]