Life Story: Thirty-Nine Lines I saved these big peaches in the basket for you, come in, I also have apple trees the plums are
Three Poems By William Doreski
Reeking of the Equinox The sour breath of trash cans overflows into the park. The rain has depleted our moods. Still masked against
Can Houses Die By Suicide? By Lisa Cooper
Can Houses Die By Suicide? She opened up her doors, embraced it all: the murky sewage water stank of piss, and silently it seeped
Three Poems By Mary Kipps
The Babysitter What sugarplum dreams might I give you tonight? Can I send you to Nod on the gray gander’s wings, from a garden
wheelchaired (by) yours truly, the happy recluse
wheelchaired Bird atop a flagpole soared— mind skewered on spinal cord. yours truly, the happy recluse has no bio to speak of…only his uni
Michal By Dan MacIsaac
Michal I was dangled as a snare for David. But I did not care: my whole heart raced. His voice was wind over water over
Grand Little Things 