Celestial When minutes crawl at ever slower pace And silence prowls lion-like by the bed, As memories cast shadows on my face And day’s first
And One Who Knows Not By Gershon Ben-Avraham
And One Who Knows Not Unlike a woman’s womb that binds in love a longed-for child, the darkened walls of rot that closed her in
Two Poems By Greg Hill
Dawn of the Purple Moon Dawn of the purple moon— poets and lovers swoon to glimpse her through black lines— tall shadows, eastern pines. With
Two Poems By Gary Borck
Cheddar Man How white does Albion loom o’er Dover Strait. A white you say endowed us with our hue, “So we should stem the seeping
Two Poems by Drew Pisarra
Manganese What is it about short men whose faces beam energy and effort like dying suns? Why do their grins show comic traces of powerplays
Three Poems By Paul Jones
Same Jay Seen Twice I have not forgotten the way a bright blue jay can change a day. A month ago, he shuck down snow.
Grand Little Things 