Earthquake by Mary Torregrossa God grabs the river with two hands snaps it like a fresh sheet on a stained mattress fish pop like French fries in a wire basket at a truck stop anywhere in California Mary Torregrossa, helps... Continue Reading →
The Butterflies have outgrown the jar in it they flit trying to flutter snapping against the glass shaking sticky pollen from their butterfly bodies so I open the wide mouth lid with an ease that clicks and the world takes... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 