Perseid’s Shower Submission #5 Ann WJ White We laid on our backs. Lake Itasca, the beginning of the Mississippi parkland. A family waiting for the dusk to transmogrify into night full of stars and silence. Waiting for meteors to travel at thirty-five seconds per mile…

There’s a sort of mischief in the night Where breezes blow, And tickle our imaginations: There might be monsters under our beds, Or fairies tapping on windows, But with this night, Comes a peculiar scratch on my car, That wasn’t there before. Perhaps it is…

Poem TWENTY-TWO has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 23 August 2016.