Objects Are Closer Than They Appear Coasting down Steady Lane near the meadow, where eastern pines open, covering gravel with sun and casting crooked gray
Tag: Poetry
The Heavy Woman Flying by Her Elbows Scrubbing Pans in the Back By Rodney Torreson
The Heavy Woman Flying by Her Elbows Scrubbing Pans in the Back stubborn spots bucking her washcloth at Burger King or cleaning underbrush from toasters.
Failed Songs By Matt Gulley
Failed Songs The measures falter, and simply adjoin on staffed paper, dots in discordant rhythm. Not homes, but commerce Not communities, but investment opportunities whole
THOSE BOYS GHAZAL By Kelley Swan
THOSE BOYS GHAZAL Delicious lips spun candy shivers down her skin, vowed never again boys. There’d be no settling now on one of those you
KINTSUGI By Jodi Balas
KINTSUGI God? It’s me – the beggar at it again the beggar with the new car and glasses. It’s been some time since we last
A Form of Love/Hate By Karen Poppy
A Form of Love/Hate No one likes a villanelle, Not really—but everybody, Everybody, loves a villanelle. Lines tight, wrought too well. No room for true
Grand Little Things 