UNTITLED by Carlton Johnson Stopping in mid-sentence, he stared off in space, trying desperately to find the words, the phrase, the simple sentence that he had just lost hoping that it might alight on his shoulder like a ladybug or... Continue Reading →
A Trip to the Science Center By Carlton Johnson Yesterday, you were excavating with a small horse hair brush the skull of a T. rex , fangs emerging As large as your six year old hands "Here", you exhorted, "... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 