Deadline by J.L. Courtney

I met him on the stairs —
a scribble of grandkids
in wrinkles
cornered crinkles
sniggles, smirks
a mistress litany

I met him on the stairs —
his march of decades
passed without grief
I skipped
to the next deadline.


“dark morning spin” image by Flickr user Bradley Huchteman

JennyCourtneyHeadshot-WEBjl courtney is the aging mother of three young children. She burns daylight chasing them and after-hours can be found scribbling short fiction and poetry. In her spare time, jl uses rejection letters to decoupage distressed furniture. She has been published online and in print, and is ecstatic to see her poetry appear in Black Heart Magazine. jl can be found online at