Train to WaterlooRiding the train to WaterlooI heard a laugh I thought was youBut knowing that could never beIt brought a piercing memoryLike resonance of
Two Poems By Christopher Fried
Escape (no one said the coming dystopia would be so tedious)Return to form for the Times Square landscape.Still, it’s a shock we didn’t get back
Sonnet for a Stunt Rider By Kevin Canfield
Sonnet for a Stunt RiderA kid on my street pulls wheelies all day On a bike with one modification She’s removed the front tire, it’s
Sestina with Violets By VA Smith
Sestina with VioletsMother’s Day she wanders woods for a cluster of wild violets, dryad mythstill distant from her knowing, let alonemaenads, girls gone on Dionysian
Face at the Window By Les Brookes
Face at the WindowEvery day I gaze at you gazing back. Behind you lies a storeof images and memories that Isnatch at with wings of fancy,
Closed Book By Kathryn Dillard
Closed BookI am writing our names in chalk, watching them fade in the rainWords once ricocheted off your tongue, pulsed in my brainYour spit bruised
Grand Little Things 