Streets of Monmarte Cracks in the plasterwork crawl across the street facing wall where the colour of the façade fades with nonchalant disregard. Solid buildings
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Lines on Elephants Having Breakfast By Lorna Wood
Lines on Elephants Having Breakfast How do you, in leather skin, swaying and munching, take me in? Do you feel, wrinkly towers, how I want
Two Poems By p joshua laskey
Daybreak The wash of stars ebbing now morning’s come finds me weeping over children grown up. I shoot an arrow through the night and watch
Two Poems By Scott Wiggerman
The Photographer for Carol King She’s good at hiding, even in photos, her face behind a camera—but here she is a ghost, image that’s white
Word-whore By J.P. Sexton
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
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
Grand Little Things 