Epitaffy for an Author Finally published, in his lifetime, never read. Posthumous means dead. Ken Gosse generally writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and
The Clepsydra By Dan Campion
The Clepsydra The sundial, water clock, and hourglass agree on time, but time conceals its hand; one trusts the sun, another, sea, to pass its
Rejection #29 By Gary Glauber
Rejection #29 When on the outs with opinions and luck, I meditate on how this came to be, universe cursing my pity and pluck,
What is ours By Mary M. Brown
What is ours We share the sky. Lean with me into this crib of night, smooth the dark coverlet tatted with light Wait
Two Poems By James Fowler
High Praise So when I make like she’s some bitchin’ tent, or if I go, her soul’s a righteous pole, don’t mean no disrespect: I’m
Sashimi Course By Sofia Bening
Sashimi Course Remember how they found him in that chair? His eyes rolled back to greet his withered brain, his skin in flakes that
Grand Little Things 