September 2020 * microverses

How to serve the dish cold by E. P. Beaumont

Forget about the shovel and the shallow grave. Those are for amateurs. I condemn you to obscurity—not nameless, but a

it doesn’t take muchto make yourself disappear through a magic door. the real trick is to stay: we still need

There are times sadness visits me without a warning, sits herself down without even knocking. I wonder where she comes

let me be saltlet me sift through your fingers let me look back —

Moss is growing in your bathroom sink in an otherwise arid climate. Do you clean the sink? Do you switch

I am herein love it is new,but not unfamiliar it is like swallowing a garden,licking the petals from my lips;