Your Porch I recall an evening, one Fall, on the way back to my metal box, I spotted the opossum and stopped, didn’t even have a chance to think of a proper Baby Book name from nineteen eighty five to christen it with, due to stage fright. God, how I miss those nights on … Continue reading Three Poems by Alyssa Trivett
In My Old Neighborhood
By Alyssa Trivett The trains run every so often, jackhammering off and above the track and the sound effects are glass smashing in a silent movie ear shrill pounding nails into quicksand. Kids fish reel their bikes over different Tetris levels of sidewalks, an elderly man hula hoops in front of his work desk on his driveway in … Continue reading In My Old Neighborhood
Parking Lot Puddle
By Alyssa Trivett You seep, loosely filing into paper pavement and bleeding clear ink. Filled cavity. Flossing into charred broken bottle puzzle piece corners, an art project sifting in a parking lot this hungover evening. Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. She chirps down coffee while scrawling lines on the back of gas … Continue reading Parking Lot Puddle
Afternoon Jack
By Alyssa Trivett Afternoon Jack I dub thee, with the cigar hanging out of your mouth, a half-broken toothbrush tree branch lingering over the pool ledge. Old construction and computer equipment take up residence in the back of your mashed up boxcar, glued and gluten free with duct tape, as you glide over those scarred … Continue reading Afternoon Jack
Post-Work Remains Left
I forgot the applewood bacon in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guarantee sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back … Continue reading Post-Work Remains Left
Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s
By Alyssa Trivett Trains hopscotch over hangnail tracks, lollygagging into the next privileged horizon, the soundbites chewing up any ear-space we have left. Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work recently appeared at in Between … Continue reading Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s
Everything You Left Behind (Reprise)
By Alyssa Trivett A compression sock. Wooden baseball bat. Power drills aligning the wall, armed to the teeth with battery packs. Rusted out workbench. Operational electric model train town, circa ’97. Miscellaneous slippers, plastic laboratory glasses, beakers, and pipettes. Old business cards from your consulting business. Referee whistles. Identification badges for the park district. A keychain … Continue reading Everything You Left Behind (Reprise)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 