by Richard LeDue
Stare out the kitchen window,
wondering if our pet fruit flies
would escape if I opened it.
Sniff the air
like it was an exotic wine.
Pretend the bananas aren't
black as a sleepless night,
eyes trying to adjust,
while my body knows something is
except words would wake
so silence converses with
until there's an argument
about what dish soap works best,
but no one wins—
curtains closed until morning
when a smile shouts loudest,
even if it goes unheard.
LeDue(he/him) was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives in
Norway House, Manitoba with his wife and son. His poems have appeared in
various publications throughout 2020, and more work is forthcoming throughout
2021. His chapbook, The Loneliest Age, was released in autumn 2020 from
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Rock and a Hard Place. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.