Truth
Hila Ratzabi - { I Don’t Care if Your Memoir is True, and Other Thoughts on Truth and Fiction }
Jessica Gross - { 2 Train, End to End }
Michael Henson - { Maggie Boylan }
Alissa Heyman - { I Married a Skull } { Shortly After the Wedding }{ The Silent Treatment }
Lynne Procope - { Doing It for Love } { The Poet Addresses Saartjie Baartman; The So Called Venus Hottentot. }
Tim Raymond - { Small }
Jaime Warburton - { This Is Not a Poem About a Dream } { - Red Moon Last Night }
Untruth
Shelly Oria - { Integrity }
Sheila Thorne - { Betrayal }
Jennifer Duffield White - { Blue-Sky Treason }
We Don't Know and They
Won't Tell Us
Tamiko Beyer - { We Don’t Know and They Won’t Tell Us ~ Poetry in the Space of Possibility }
Adam Auerbach - { Illustrations }
Simon Perchik - { Five Untitled Poems }
Lynne Procope - { The Mortal Danger of Redheads }
Hila Ratzabi - { I Have to Show My Appreciation to You for Rescuing Me from This Setting }
| Shortly After the Wedding by Alissa Heyman |
My husband tells me over oolong tea,
“Don’t lose your bones like I did.
Keep track of them all.”
I nod, sympathetic.
He had to borrow body parts
from his close friends for our wedding.
Everything fit except his carpal bones
and phalanges—too thin.
The ring kept sliding off at the reception.
Yes, my scatter-brained skull
didn’t take good care of his bones.
He lost his tibias
in a fight with a burlier corpse
who teased him for wanting to marry into flesh.
A hag used his femora to flavor a delicious pea soup.
His ribs went in a freak motorcycle accident
and a dwarf hacked off his ulnas
to make an obscure philosophical point.
The moral of my husband’s story:
Don’t squander your bones.
You will need them in a pinch.
You will need them for the wedding.
