baby by David Wiggins

∴ gridlock grip

radios rage
harsh horns

blameless
invisible hitchhiker
riding shotgun
with their baby’s spirochete-shaped toys

no hoarder of keepsakes
yet these toys remain
unbidden, in the car’s confines

navigation fogged
voices speaking foreign
lost in tongues unknown

a throng of commuters
thundering past
a stampede of haste

temperature spikes
engine protesting
overheating in defiance

tires wearing thin
tread fading fast
inch by weary inch

angry gestures fly
as vehicles creep by
their impatience palpable

brakes fail
a screeching wail
sqreeeeeeee
head-on collision

a breath. a release

a moment’s caress of this chaos
a minor delay

homeward bound. soon
i’ll be on my way ∴

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Blueprint by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Originally published in Five Fleas , 5/31/25

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"Punch" by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Punch My wife, I'm proud to say, is known for her sangria. Each afternoon, the neighbors gather on our patio, eagerly awaiting the day's meticulously prepared pitcher, graced with hand-cut slices of fresh fruit. I've heard them talk amongst themselves, trying to deduce her secret ingredient. It's something viscous and slightly metallic that cuts the sweetness of the sugar, they say. I'd ask the cook, but he disappeared the afternoon of the summer solstice, when we began entertaining in earnest. If only the gardener could join us. A good guy, but my wife found him to be a bit too handsy. Originally published in Flash Phantoms , July 1, 2025

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