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
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
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
Dewdrops By Jonathan Ukah
DewdropsThe trees wear thick and milky leaveslike a holidaymaker in a yellow Panama hat;The grass is short, and the meadows cleanedlike a woman purified after
Funeral By Craig Kirchner
Funeral A pickaxe and a spade, a spade, For and a shrouding sheet. O, a pit of clay for to be made, For such a
A Villanelle from Bad Dreams By Zachary Cash
A Villanelle from Bad DreamsI don’t have many nightmares anymoreAbout cars or boys. The sun has yet to setOver that streak of violent desert goreAt
The Bassoon By Jean L. Kreiling
The BassoonHe holds it at a slant, its longfirm body poised to do him wrong.The fingering complexities,the double reed, so many keys:all make it hard
Grand Little Things 