Daytime lullaby

by Brian Rosenberger

While we slept, the last humans

Raced through the streets,

Past our home, rejoicing.

They ran, celebrating Life, the Sun,

The freedom to run, and each other.

They ran to the point of exhaustion

And then ran more.

Desire drives them.

We understand desire.

Now they rest.

When the Sun replaces the Moon,

And our slumber is over,

It will be our time to run.

And the last of the humans

Will run from us.

Brian Rosenberger lives in a cellar in Marietta, GA and writes by the light of captured fireflies. He is the author of As the Worm Turns and three poetry collections—Poems That Go Splat, And For My Next Trick..., and Scream for Me.

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.