Stones on your grave, little sister In sync with the dogwood trees pinking, somewhat deflects from the gravity, graveside. Gratefully, Winter has long left the
Two Poems By JB Mulligan
ghost story The cry of gulls and children across the hot white end of summer. Waves unfurling secret scrolls. Above the asphalt, shimmer of heat,
Two Poems By Nicole Stallworth
Late Morning in Autumn Who said ghosts are dim and unsubstantial? This day is bright and beautiful, the sun November-sharp and cool on toothed and
Sestina: Meeting a friend By Leo Aylen
Sestina: Meeting a friend not seen for many years, who’s won a Nobel Prize for physics, but has Alzheimer’s Mind in fragments … Like crumbling
Three Poems By James Owens
January at Five in the Afternoon Sun on snow too bright a shine: blind- ness, migraine, glister of frostbite, all day as if we lived
Sounds of a Wet Morning By Judy Koren
Sounds of a Wet Morning Raindrops patter sparrows chatter leaves sigh as a breeze gusts by, darkness lifting reveals fog drifting: black becomes white as
Grand Little Things 