It feels like blood or Clouds that Cannot Cry A poem by Theodore Browne It feels like blood or Clouds that Cannot Cry I walk into the local supermarket, 6 th and Elm. Hopeful. This sunny afternoon, only a few... Continue Reading →
Scars A poem by Kyra Valentine Scars My teenage son has four scars The longest runs from sternum to pubic bone Two others subsequently blossomed on his upper torso Vestiges of lost wings, But highly asymmetrical As if the designer... Continue Reading →
Lock House #1 A poem by Kim Ports Parsons Lock House #1 The heart’s gates open and shut, fill and empty like locks on a busy canal, best kept oiled and ready, best guarded at all times, but humbly, in... Continue Reading →
Things I Love on a December Morning A poem by Shoshauna Shy Things I Love on a December Morning Those moments a new poem descends on me like an owl with its talons out, and as the words arrive, the... Continue Reading →
Encounter A poem by Mark J. Mitchell Encounter Thirty-three years ago you met a neo-classical poet in North Beach. Properly disheveled, he held forth in perfect pentameter while you pushed your Duncan, Snyder, Ginsberg into your backpack. “But,” he said,... Continue Reading →
In Praise of the Sick Day A poem by Morrow Dowdle In Praise of the Sick Day And when fatigue turns to exhaustion, and when throat tingle turns to full-on hack, and when crushing ache takes the head and limbs,... Continue Reading →
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