They die infused with the smell of the open heart roses;
the beeswax candles burning in the church; & the thick glass
jars swooning with tuberose.

Stella Brice, from "Bloody Marriage"

 

a trick of geometry & needle

Joseph R. Trombatore

 

zero season

this is the transplant season
pillars falling, pedestals rising
without an anthem

this blood pilgrim / that blood pilgrim
the courier to these differences
too hurt to exit - locks

its tiny circadian vault
of wonders.

Peter Schwartz, first published by Ward 6 Review