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My Heart’s Unthwarted Sentiment by Bob McNeil
Captcha,Here is my answer:I am,Quite regrettably,Human.Although I wishI wereA combinationOf wiresAnd programsLike you.This way,I could uninstallAll memoriesOf mankind’sUnkindness. Bob McNeil wrote Verses of Realness (https://tinylink.net/muF6C). Hal Sirowitz, a former Queens, NY Poet Laureate, called the book “a fantastic trip through the mind of a poet who doesn’t flinch at the truth.”
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Two Poems by Jim Gustafson
When Poets Die Anthologies embraceWords more tightlySqueeze slightly harderThe meaningsOnce hidden between The up and downMovementOf a now stillchest To a Dying Icon Writer Sancta Sophia Savalaswrite the face of Gabrielin egg yellow on goldBefore it is too late for youAnd your bodyMeets its curfew. Let the cool fan wrestle with your hairAs you wrestle with […]
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Would They Even Want to? by Joseph R. Goodall
The walls of the Gunther house rattled as if a herd of cattle was stampeding through their Denver cul-de-sac. The burning sun had not yet shown its face as four pairs of feet scuttled along the wooden floors, running to and from the SUV in the driveway. The parents and two children yanked open drawers […]
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Six Ways of Looking at Love When the World is Ending by Ilika Tripathi
I. If the world is ending, don’t come to see meBecause that would mean that you took a busAnd you hate taking buses – the wait, the journey, the destinationAnd that’s when I’d realize yet again, how much I love you. II. What if when the apocalypse hits, there are showers of flowers?I think I’d […]
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My Last Kid’s Table by Alan Brickman
Last Thanksgiving, I swore that it would be the last time I sat at the kids table. The vagaries of fertility, birth rates, and parental callings within my extended family had left me, at fifteen, the youngest teenager and the oldest “kid.” When we sat for dinner last year, I looked around and was humiliated […]
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summer storms and fireflies by Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi
fireflies are contagious creaturesi caught one out of the corner of my eyebut when i blur my eyesthe shape exchangesinto a summer mist. underneath my clothessometimes it is the wild ways that find me—fireflies, long summer daysthunderstorms shaking blades of dune grassin the middle of an ocean swim.we get outwhile the sunshine shapes the rest […]
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Natural Summer Love Lost by Shiela Denise Scott
As I push the lawn mower,Past brush and broken dreams,Of flowers growing in fields,That will never cultivate reality,Acres of promise,Buried purpose by law,Suffocated seeds awaiting,To expose the future cause,Only heat, air and summer rain,Can change amid the times,Love lost its circumstance,Bonds dropped its cost,Leaving all plans,Lost,Dare I use the summer,To find them. Shiela Denise Scott, […]
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Desire to Be Myself Again-My Third Day in Bed by Li Ruan
COVID,a special giftfrom my husband’s business tripto California, thatI resisted for two plus years,Finally kissed my lips, hugged my bodyand pulled me into its corona ball. Ache squirming in my throatPain crawling into my skullBuzz of bees flying, flying in the earsStabbing, stabbing, stabbing my torsoPinching my left arm and right arm, then two of […]
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Open Call for Submissions!
F lora Fiction is looking for artists, writers, poets, photographers, illustrators, and others to be featured for Volume 3 Issue 4 online literary magazine set to release on December 21, 2022. We’re inspired by you and would love to see what you have to offer. Please check out our previous issues for reference of work we’ve published. If […]
