Issue 40 – Linked Verse

Rengay


A Midnight Grim

mirror, mirror
multiplying into
hundreds of me

the heated snort
of a white horse

christening
the knight’s armor
first blood

the frog
stays a frog
after the kiss

crows devour
a breadcrumb trail

the shoe
on the other foot
still doesn’t fit

Kimberly Kuchar, USA
petro c. k. USA


Dark Matter

winter seclusion
the sky enunciates
each star

putting some light years
between us

empty house
some of the echoes
are you

attic bedroom
all to myself
the hunger moon

adding a pillow
to your side

elliptical
calculating the path 
of your return

Kat Lehmann, USA
& Bryan Rickert, USA 



Chicory and Lace

taking you home
I veer off
for your shoulders

a picnic lunch
in the rest area’s shady spot

not visible 
from the road 
a crumb on her lips 

no need to ask
for directions . . .
this familiar journey

down to a dirt lane
in chicory and lace 

creaking porch swing
the fireflies out
later than usual

Dan Schwerin, USA
& Julie Schwerin, USA


Tan-Renga


in the shelter
one central light source
huddled together 

sold their house

to live in the car


Jerome Berglund, USA
& Christina Chin, Malaysia


wherever we go
there we are
greenhouse gases

frog in the old pond

slowly getting hotter


Jerome Berglund, USA
& petro c. k., USA



screenshots
doubling up
my weary frame rate

chroma keying

reshapes my image

R.C. Thomas, UK
& Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan



meteor shower
the beliefs we hold
back

Fukitol

compounding our fate


Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
& R.C. Thomas, UK


Split Sequences


Casting of Lots

autumn rain

cloudburst—

a sudden chill

enters the room


their fetus still

hint of blue sky

the doctor’s halitosis

lingering


under her hands

broken life line

a sudden leap

towards destiny


Bisshie, Switzerland
& Peter Jastermsky, USA


Jack and Jill

her glass slipper

coming up short

what the mind

overpromises

crushes the blue pill…

captain charming

a rabbit replaces him

in her affection


shrivelled plums

in one’s hands

the rise of 

low-hanging fruit

Bisshie, Switzerland
& Peter Jastermsky, USA



Clipped Wings

what’s become of me

barnacles . . .

one more week

of uncut toe nails

an elderly lady

dermo appointment . . .

asking about the rash

on my lifeline


offers her seat

new blood pressure med

the first question

below the belt


Richard L. Matta, USA


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