Sestuna My dad was a dog-man, so although I have never owned a cat, I have passed time pleasantly in their good company, as on
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
SONG IN WALTZ TIME By Mark J. Mitchell
SONG IN WALTZ TIME Over there sleeps a grief. She calls out names at night. She’s dreaming your release, but her hand holds on tight
Night Train to Jaisalmer By Nicole Lee
Night Train to Jaisalmer We totter through the marbled ticket-hall a lofty pillared relic of the Raj all dust and flies and movie-posters buying peanuts
Becoming an Adult By Matthew P. Winkler
Becoming an Adult After you finally achieve stability in middle age Your parents start to fall apart The airports are all eerily empty during the
Three Poems By Kenneth Pobo
A CHARMING CREMATION I look out at snow on our neighbor’s roof, flakes huddled together before they die. Even long winters are ephemeral. though a
Three Poems By Dan Campion
Time’s Arrow We’re not in any rush. Time goes both ways. Our toes turn into heels and heels to toes. Some spin their wheels, do
Grand Little Things 