Hauntings My mother liked to walk the hallways ofthe picket house my father built for her.She’d pace and pace the wooden floors abovewhile below, in the
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FAMILY PHOTOS By David Whippman
FAMILY PHOTOS Are these old intruders really our history? Black and white moments are stuck here at random. Notes on the back – ‘52,
The Price (a monotetra) By Laura Plummer
The Price (a monotetra) A man once proved a prince to be, but not through blood of royalty. He was a gentle man, you see;
Autumn By Robert McParland
Autumn In an orchard of foggy lamps, maple and oak, clouds that entwine, fragile on summer’s edge camps the sun on a thin-lipped line.
A Mother Tries to Speak English By Steven Pelcman
A Mother Tries to Speak English The words come out crooked as if gravity does not exist, syllables floating in space then hooked on
Two Poems By Richard Jones
A Villanelle I will never write a villanelle— The French have a different kind of voice. Though villanelles are loved in both heaven and
Grand Little Things 