Remnants

this morning a grayness and rain –
remnants of hurricane Harvey
no wind   only rain
how quietly it falls through the pines
as though having spun away
from the eye of the storm
it only wants to rest
among the pine needles
already sleeping on the ground

calling a friend
in houston   getting only
a busy signal

 

Jerry Dreesen

Remnants

Rituals

I enter the bathroom at half past seven.
As usual there are three things for me to do:
close the toilet lid, put the toothpaste back to the mug and hang up the towel.
Every morning the same sequence.
Once in a while I’d like to surprise myself and do something unexpected but I’d know if I planned it, right?

 

magnifying mirror
the tiny secrets
I wanted to keep

 

 

Eva Limbach

Rituals

Dressed To Kill

It was just like that sun glasses commercial I once saw on TV. A beautiful woman dressed to kill on a downtown street waving at me as she approaches from afar. As I tentatively wave back her pace quickens. But by the time she reaches me I can see the disappointment on her face. “Oh,” she says, “I thought you were somebody else.” Taking off my Foster Grants I reply, “I am.”

a walk on the wild side delphiniums

 

Johnny Baranski

Dressed To Kill