All Lies in Waiting
by Sharon Chmielarz

A flower’s script, its voice once needing a god called water, imprints itself excruciatingly slowly into stone. And forty-five million years later two strangers enter a cemetery to plant ferns and geraniums. Over the grounds’ faucet they talk. Mud splatters under the faucet’s stream. They wash their nails, their hands, kneading the bones, pressing the … Continue reading All Lies in Waiting
by Sharon Chmielarz

Overnight, Rain
by Sharon Chmielarz

In a restaurant with many windows, the angel of the envious flutters above two lovebirds. Look away, look away, she whispers to the woman sitting solo at a table. Lift your eyes, she says, to a nice glass of afternoon. Drink to bristling motel managers and their “Quiet down in there,”-s and to your devious … Continue reading Overnight, Rain
by Sharon Chmielarz

Living on a Planet with Four or Six or Twelve Moons
by Sharon Chmielarz

These are my ways to walk among moons, a woods of moons, a bright moonarium, a soul scape lit by distant reflection. I count them like trees, ignoring the forest. This is my choice. One moon rises at noon, another at six, the twelfth at midnight. Once in a red moon, all moons rise at … Continue reading Living on a Planet with Four or Six or Twelve Moons
by Sharon Chmielarz