When I’m dead I won’t regret it, they say at Sunday School but I say we’ll see though not to my teacher there, I keep it
Spring is First All Green By John Wiley
Spring is First All Green Spring is first all green; can’t think of flowering without first being simply – simple – green. Summer
Two Poems By Louis Faber
ADOPTION Without choice, I, evicted from the womb Not cast aside, despite what I would see, Too soon carried into an unknown room
Two Poems By Paul Jones
Cicadas I treasure what they have left behind, These bards who leave past bodies dirt-covered, Clinging, emptied, music-less, enshrined On a string as I
Ars Poetica By Kurt Luchs
Ars Poetica Remove every word That may be inferred. Kurt Luchs (kurtluchs.com) has poems published or forthcoming in Plume Poetry Journal, The American Journal of
On the Job By Ed Ahern
On the Job We spend a third of our lives on the job, the center of existence we give away in trade, sleep and
Grand Little Things 