KINTSUGI God? It’s me – the beggar at it again the beggar with the new car and glasses. It’s been some time since we last
A Form of Love/Hate By Karen Poppy
A Form of Love/Hate No one likes a villanelle, Not really—but everybody, Everybody, loves a villanelle. Lines tight, wrought too well. No room for true
Two Poems By Marc Darnell
Rachmaninov Melodeer, yet mutineer to stiff construction, wraith of pianissimo’s thunder tones– I gasp and latch to lifts of ired, caustic, winged arpeggios. I have
Two Poems By Martha Deed
Haunted by Martha 1 It’s true old people chew memories on their cuds. If they’re not sick or burned up by inflation and forced to
Two Poems By David Blumenfeld
I’d Love to Write a Prose Poem I’d love to write a prose poem. I’ve certainly got the time, but I can’t produce a single
Two Poems By Scott Wiggerman
Piedras Marcadas In nearby canyons, rocks tell bygone tales. Of course, all rocks have stories—some a bit louder than others. This wide rockface pulls you
Grand Little Things 