July/August 2020

Fly like a slingshot. Boing. You carry it around yes way. You carry it in your hair. On a hot summer day. A ball of sweat rolls down your neck. You know it is time for rubber elastic. After all everyone loves it. Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

You may be big You might have beauty You pull your face you smear your lips To look pretty Are you sure that is the right word More like vain Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

The bed waits lonely Not one visit The pink color has a story Not a flower is wilting A basket and a bench A stone purple path We are all moving in The bed squeaks The table shakes But inside it is broken down A house haunted Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York