Brooklyn Invaded, 1969 by Vicki Iorio When the astronauts took the moon Nonna, broken by English, heard the radio announcer say the man in the moon landed in Brooklyn. Windows were shut on that hot July day. Hiding in the... 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 →
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 →
Oh, Think of Cezanne or Braques or Maybe Someone Smoother Like Vermeer by April Krassner Instruction comes in the form of fruit. Peach does not appreciate the meanness of apple, the pretentiousness of pear, the insistence on silent screaming in... Continue Reading →
AUGUST MORNING by Joan Colby Every morning early, the dog and I Walk to the front pasture. First: her ablutions, then the discourse Of obedience. The Sit. The Stay. Which she performs simply to exhibit Her mastery. Then half an... Continue Reading →
Rinse and Repeat by Rae Spencer My best ideas start In the shower In a luxury of lather and steam Where caked remnants of effort And tangled snarls of haste Loosen, dissolve in a waft Of lavender, vanilla, and musk... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 