Now that I think about it I don't understand the bumble bee, why it wastes time impregnating flowers. I hate commitment, imagine myself coasting around, never stopping long enough to foster growth of any kind. Then I see my nephew,... Continue Reading →
Process spinning circle that tells us thinking is going on a wait sputtering sound the car is trying to turn over just not quite yet not quite yet. About the Poet: Nate Maye is a rising poet from Texas.... Continue Reading →
Remnants In the Kitchen After You Leave for Work A perfect circle of milk that glistens white and translucent on the table - a memento, or perhaps an echo of your porcelain cereal bowl. The melange of coffee and dark... Continue Reading →
Greek to Me Rain comes down, soft at first my brothers and some friends play through it in our pickup game of unholy football on the holy ground of the Greek Orthodox church in nineteen seventy two. Then it comes... Continue Reading →
Alimony for A Church Mouse Following steps leading to a sanctuary Unable to let go Invisible forest pathways only as big as the interior of rounded bone, only as wide as the late winter skyline closure Softly after some god... Continue Reading →
In Fire Red He asked me for a list I’m seeing a man at the florist My wrinkled page slid on a glass counter top I’ll ask for a protea A single protea Wooden branch for a stem A bloom... Continue Reading →
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