ghost town
the wind whistles
through my bones
summer beach the naked truth
the stories
family photographs
don’t tell
ghost town
the wind whistles
through my bones
summer beach the naked truth
the stories
family photographs
don’t tell
bats at dusk
my father
and his three ex-wives
her fingernails
and resume
exaggerate
red light . . .
a man with tattoos
on the back of his head
first marriage
sunlight
in a rabbit’s ear
Ananga Rengay
red fountain pen —
she corrects a typo
in the Kama Sutra
blotting his copy book . . .
tantric snores
still pink and swollen,
the spot where they removed his
“Lolita” tattoo
torn IV drip
grandma’s arm
fifty shades of gray
tucked into his casket
a vintage Playboy
so all the night-tide
I lie by her side,
her tomb by the sounding sea
Tanya McDonald, USA
Lew Watts, Chicago, USA
Charles Trumbull, USA
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