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-
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
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,
Saxophone By Louise Machen
Saxophone A saxophone is ribboning out into the orange sky its silken refrain a resident of the thick August air: a sombre scale to say
Two Poems Owen J. Napolitano
蝶の女 Chō no on’na The Butterfly Woman Blue and purple wings, Hair as green as grass, four arms. Eyes as bright as fire, Makes my
Three Poems By Lisa Creech Bledsoe
Singing the Ninety-Nine Names of Allah My Sufi friend had a list on paper and the names she sang rolled like summer canopy in a
“All new writing is about grief.” By Paul Jones
All new writing is about grief. Who hasn’t, at least once, lost their way, Or lost friends, or keys? To be brief: All new writing
Grand Little Things 