Word-whore I write. What I really want much more, is to be a word-whore Not for me the gentle teasing on a page. You spend
Month: February 2022
I Am Your Mother (There Is No Mistake) By Gillian Thomas
I Am Your Mother (There Is No Mistake) Labor split me open, like an earthquake Gone, my old landscape and cave where I danced I
HIPPICUS, MARIAMNE AND PHAESAL By Mark Burgh
HIPPICUS, MARIAMNE AND PHAESAL Hippicus, Miriamne, and Phaesal, shaded me on clear sun days, sundailed the city. I drunk the hours; wine clear or blood
Leaving again By Fabrice Poussin
Leaving again They have made an eclectic line rainbow of confusing pastels near the strangely scented platforms. Randomly dressed in a lasting rush hair blowing
L’Angélus By Seth Wieck
L’Angélus For David, after Millet The air distends, diffusing light and sound. Our vespers announce on bellsong. Crows rise in timorous peal of wingflap, feather-
Street Fair By Diane Lee Moomey
Street Fair – the trader speaks We’ll pitch our tents by light of sun or moon— in every land on earth we show our wares,