Something Else I Must Have Grown Tired of

Christine Kiefer


Christine practices law in the US midwest when she is not pretending to be a poet. Her work has been published in various on-line zines and can be found at her blog here: middleofusa.blogspot.com/


the last letter I wrote, I mean
wrote with a pen, and on paper,
it said I admired your trueness
and I acknowledged it wasn’t a word,
that truth was more appropriate, but then
again so was sparkly which I found also
to not be a word, but still the one
for the fervor and fever, the green of your eyes
while your lips matched your other parts
as you spoke of theories of trains
and I asked if the rest, if they felt shaken,
beaten, uprooted when the woman next to them
got up and moved to another car

for an instant

by Dan Flore




Dan is 29 years old. He does poetry workshops for people with serious mental illness, lives In Pennsylvania. Dan has several poems in "Enthalpy."





I caught her stride
as her summer dress
brushed against me
she is solar energy
I call for her in my sleep

people are only clouds
they drift, they settle
once in awhile she almost touches
the darkness under their eyes
or their lifeless breath
that blots out exclamations
and little whispers

you can only know her for an instant
then she passes into mystery
just a little beyond hello

but her memory crawls inside you
and blossoms into an ointment
that never goes dry