SchwaThe single trick of British diction’sstripping sounds of forms and frictions.All non-consonantals areground down into the mighty Schwa.UUUUUUH.Grey incarnate as a vowel,projected from your deepest
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Two Poems By Drew Pisarra
And Then…I remember that night we met, Ken. Sophomore year.I remember we French-kissed on Lina’s twin bed.I remember your friend Tom snapped, “He isn’t queer.”I
Hyades By Frank Proctor
HyadesWhere are you now? When night by night goes by, And all I have are memories and dreams—Of rainy scenes of you in late July,Unmoved
Bookmarks and Headstones By John Kruschke
Bookmarks and HeadstonesMy shelves lift volumes covered soft and hard,a thousand books I’ve given brief regard.Slower gazing reveals the multitudeall clasping slender markers that protrudelike
Taps By Glenn Wright
Taps Seven rifles blast three times—part dance, part prayer, a piece of theater.The black marble of the mausoleum separatesthe quick from the dead,the feeling from
Two Poems By Michael Brosnan
Upon Reading “If We Do Not Take Action Now to Address Declines in Insect Abundance and Diversity…” on Election Day 2024I did not intend to
Grand Little Things 