Autumn Drunk Two basil plants wilt in the windowsill; tea kettle screeches on hot coiled iron. Her curls cling tight against her cheekbones. Lipstick rings
Three Poems By Dan Campion
The Red-Tailed Hawk The oak from which the red-tailed hawk flew stands mouse-gray and leafless, plainly lifeless, years from when the red-tail perched there. Time
Angel By Keith Melton
Angel By fate’s account, beauty a witness lost Each year succumbs to its frightened host And gathers our allegiance to depart From signs of aerie
Once… By Hugh Findlay
Once… There once was a woman from Newcastle Whose life was surely a hassle She had 12 kids Who all had the ‘vid And her
Vanity By Jordanna Miller
Vanity I felt the warm air clog my lungs as bedsheets sliced my skin. The shadows stared, distorted limbs trapped in walls of white bone.
Ghost Crab By Denise Gilchrist
Ghost Crab Ghost crab basks seaside Dying in the morning sun Front claws raise skyward I bow to the hard, wet sand As the horizon
Grand Little Things 