Two Poems

A six-word story

by Eric Nelson

I too am a friendly ghost.

[Welling up in my hands are emotions]

by Dan Magers

Welling up in my hands are emotions,
and I awakened in her wake,
and I almost saw heaven then.

The other productive thing I did was eat Thai food.
My boss had to take the day off when his retainer fell out.

The free clinic girl turned to me glistening,
Don’t you sometimes feel that this is just a dream?

Stars to Earth and currents passing…

This feels so good. Slap me if I fall asleep,
She says you’ve been sleeping this whole time.

Like a teenager again.

Dust motes exploding off her hair.
And I woke up in a wheel chair

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