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
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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
Moon By Kathryn D. Temple
MoonHiking home after dark, the moon distracts me as only moons can do, she slides through clouds, shows me gilt mica on a gnarled tree
A Paranormal Pondering By Daniel Klawitter
A Paranormal PonderingSome hauntings I just can’t explain—Some secrets are not exposed. But one thing really hurts my brain:Why do ghosts still wear their clothes?
Three Poems By Dan Campion
Studio CanteenThe cuts and bruises are just makeup, butthe piercings and tattoos are real. Don’t messwith hungry stars like these you’ve cast, unlessyou want to
Grand Little Things 