My Girl
by MWctn Far from the shorn lawn
that scratches my back
July-born breezes brushing
cool upon my cheek
her catholic life
in cloistered circle
of the ones<br>» Explore the rest...

What’s in a Name
by MWctn https://www.centraltonothing.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/Whats-in-a-Name-by-MWctn.mp3
She changed her name
though in her mind
and on the page
it stayed the same.
The frisson of a
newer sound to<br>» Explore the rest...

Morning
© by Deborah Ager You know how it is waking
from a dream certain you can fly
and that someone, long gone, returned and you are filled with<br>» Explore the rest...

The Minotaur
© by Eva H.D. I am the milkman, and the checkout girl.
I am the grocer, the conman, the faded saint
in the pawnshop window.
I am<br>» Explore the rest...

East India Grill Villanelle
© by Cecilia Woloch Across the table, Bridget sneaks a smile;
she’s caught me staring past her at the man
who brings us curried dishes,<br>» Explore the rest...

Mrs. M.P.
by MWctn She did not send me my voice,
nor the words, nor the choices
I made to render sentences
in metered rhythms (or
cadences within the<br>» Explore the rest...

Nursing You
© by Erica Jong On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little<br>» Explore the rest...