Doing the Work A poem by C.W. Bryan Doing the Work There is a man plucking a guitar at the Dunwoody Farmers Market. It is 8:47 in the morning. He arrived gray-eyed and doe-legged, sleep lapping at his heels. Still,... Continue Reading →
look for me at nightA poem by Craig Kirchner look for me at night On a couch made of clouds, like a mist in a dream, it will come to you, and you will hasten. In shoes made of dusk,... Continue Reading →
David Bowie Meets Ludwig Wittgenstein at the Pearly Gates A poem by Rick Adang David Bowie Meets Ludwig Wittgenstein at the Pearly Gates “If only you do not try to utter what is unutterable then nothing gets lost. But the... Continue Reading →
Vanishing Act A poem by Gill McEvoy Vanishing Act My cloud is saddled and ready to go. It was sent me by a friend when I was ill: from my bed I watched the clouds and when I saw one... Continue Reading →
A Work in Progress A poem by Arvilla Fee A Work in Progress break out the orange barrels, the orange cones, the flashing signs: speed limit 45 mph; get the excavators, bulldozers, pavers— I’m going to need them all; can’t... Continue Reading →
Fresh Lavs / Neologisms A poem by Marcas Mac an Tuairneir Fresh Lavs (Written in Polari) Let’s fake fresh lavs to go there with your actual dawning, to dish the dirt on savvying and nantoise-savvying, to clutch your pearls for... Continue Reading →
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