Sonnet Avorté Sitting to write of all your virtues fair All grace has fled, no inspiration comes. My box of words lies desolate and bare,
A Villanelle- That Poem From Hell By Douglass Allen
A Villanelle- That Poem From Hell A villanelle- that poem from hell, You cross the river Styx to go there. It’s where, I swear, mad
Soundtrack By Frank Brunner
Soundtrack Lately, I’ve noticed that Life’s soundtrack sucks. It’s noise. Sure, people say they love the rub of an unlubricated cricket’s wing when they propose.
For Some Things You Need a Canary By Priscilla Atkins
For Some Things You Need a Canary You’d never know months ago she posted cherry toes peeking up; glass of sweet tea on the tub.
An Evergreen I’ve Named Envy By Kathleen Goldblatt
An Evergreen I’ve Named Envy Not because it grows in stillness– a hundred pinecones hung on deep sleeves sent from a scrappy trunk– or because
Louisiana By Hunter Winfrey
Little lady of mine Our love is connected like the ocean and moon. Under the stars you and I sit, interminably watching Souls float by,
Grand Little Things 