Dying in the Twenty-First Century Samarkand is an adjective for leather. It has no inhabitants, no taxes. Troops do not amass on the border,
Two Poems By Bruce McCandless
Seasons In August he prayed for October, for relief from the undershirt stuck to his skin come October he wished it was cooler
Periwinkle By Adam Sedia
Periwinkle Periwinkle height Streaked with salmon smears, Renews its dying light As each new star appears. The coattails of the fleeing day – The
I’ll get on my knees By Steve Lang
I’ll get on my knees “I can’t breathe!” They did not understand him “I need some water” Why is my language not clear to you?
Two Poems By Paul Jones
Saint of the Trees What is the proper sacrifice To please our Lord, the Saint of Trees? I asked the ferns for their advice:
The Battered Ballad of Fezzik and Inigo, or If You Rhyme One More Time, I’ll Make You a Mime By Ken Gosse
The Battered Ballad of Fezzik and Inigo, or If You Rhyme One More Time, I’ll Make You a Mime Each word he heard within
