Hand of God Detroit, MI Once I saw the open Hand of God And a nude man perched on it, looking up In fear or
Afterwards By Jo Angela Edwins
Afterwards What is it that makes the triste from the tryst, the stricken from the splendidly ablaze? As if the huff and tumble must insist
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The Bookbinder’s Dilemma It turns out in fact that in the encyclopedia of all things, your picture is nestled just between the sun and moon
“white noise in dawn rain” By Jenny Dunbar
white noise in dawn rain blocking memory in dream black cat’s ear pointing Jenny is a published writer of poetry and prose at present working
Old Leaves By Gary Borck
Old Leaves Fall sheds its chameleon leaves as folk, their fallen summer, grieve. On dying leaves new colors grown, among the last that summer’s shown,
Twos By Alan Bern
Twos Two men have counted you accomplice to an illness; they both created your image for a stiffness. Since neither could possess you willingly to
Grand Little Things 