Sunday, August 25, 2019

Say Grace At the Drive-Thru by James Croal Jackson



Voice sings through static 
in the dark. 

God forgive 
me my body

jumbled
chirping syllables. 

One at a time. Heartbeat 
crinkling in a sugarpacket. 
Sand on beach. 

I’m thankful. No one 

inside
but you. 

She asks what you want.
Ministerial. Ocean 

breeze
through open 

window. Flat stale wall. 
What do I need? 

More salt, more salt, more salt,
amen.

--James Croal Jackson

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Re-Her by Donna Dallas




Sweet dreams

are dripping down

the back of my throat.

I swallow (air).

I die over and over again.

Salt water sheets

lower me down.

I awake breathless, blue,

wet as come.

I was never innocent.

-- Donna Dallas