Grey Clouds
Again
by Richard
LeDue
Rain pelting a puddle
somehow reminds me of that person,
who always smiles,
regardless who died,
and the only metaphorical umbrella
I can muster is to smile myself
when sitting alone,
trying not to think
about all the dead I know,
who must have done something right
because they have better things to do
than to haunt me.
Richard LeDue (he/him) lives
in Norway House, Manitoba, Canada. He has been published both online and in
print. He is the author of ten books of poetry. His latest book, Sometimes,
It Isn't Much, was released from Alien Buddha Press in February 2024.
Cindy Rosmus originally hails
from the Ironbound section of
Newark, NJ, once voted the “unfriendliest city on the planet.” She talks like
Anybodys from West Side Story and everybody from Saturday Night
Fever. Her
noir/horror/bizarro stories have been published in the coolest places, such
as Shotgun Honey; Megazine; Dark Dossier; The
Rye Whiskey Review, Under the Bleachers, and Rock and a
Hard Place. She is the editor/art director of Yellow Mama.
She’s published seven collections of short stories. Cindy is a
Gemini, a Christian, and an animal rights advocate. She has recently
branched out into photo illustration.
|