Lines on Elephants Having Breakfast How do you, in leather skin, swaying and munching, take me in? Do you feel, wrinkly towers, how I want
Two Poems By p joshua laskey
Daybreak The wash of stars ebbing now morning’s come finds me weeping over children grown up. I shoot an arrow through the night and watch
Two Poems By Scott Wiggerman
The Photographer for Carol King She’s good at hiding, even in photos, her face behind a camera—but here she is a ghost, image that’s white
Word-whore By J.P. Sexton
Word-whore I write. What I really want much more, is to be a word-whore Not for me the gentle teasing on a page. You spend
I Am Your Mother (There Is No Mistake) By Gillian Thomas
I Am Your Mother (There Is No Mistake) Labor split me open, like an earthquake Gone, my old landscape and cave where I danced I
HIPPICUS, MARIAMNE AND PHAESAL By Mark Burgh
HIPPICUS, MARIAMNE AND PHAESAL Hippicus, Miriamne, and Phaesal, shaded me on clear sun days, sundailed the city. I drunk the hours; wine clear or blood
Grand Little Things 