Poems about aging Send submissions in body of e mail, no attachments. Include issue number and theme in subject line. Sometimes I toss out a theme like a fisherman casting into murky water, uncertain what I'll reel in. The slow stirrings under hazy half-lids Of sprites, of quarks, of butterflies. Blurred eyesight reads glowing red dots.
Inaudible clicks keep vigil over time's slow evolution.
Where steel has replaced bone, where plastic becomes skin and the senses are redesigned Life has been simply assembled Assembled Compiled Confined New coffin homes incubate, repairing damage not designed. Scanning Electronic sentries guard homes, cars, memories. Scanning Clear blue water, Ivory sand and the palm trees of a, Forgotten vacation. Scanning Soft skin, perspiration. Alice Pero, La Canada, Ca.