(breath) I can cover up my eyes until no light shows the break in the world when breath stops and a heart cuts
Two Poems By Collin Lovelace
(untitled) Breathing heavy steam This bath makes rust of my lungs I know how she died (untitled) Leaves make percussion Wind strikes tree
The Misanthrope By Murzban F. Shroff
The Misanthrope I hate poetry, I hate poetry The only thing I love is Me I hate flowers, I hate flowers The only
What would she have done By Ted Millar
What would she have done? If that teacher had had a gun when her student pulled one from his desk, the question is, what would
Two Poems By Paul Szlosek
My Personal Poultry Apocalypse Seems most of our hens were dropping dead in pen 3A through out that year. We’d carry their bodies out
Pennypack Park By Frank Diamond
Pennypack Park Our promise to keep, we make by he old creek As the waters dance on toward tomorrow We kiss on the bank,
Grand Little Things 