The Memory Box Of a soft wood, with felt interior. Not a blood red, but somehow sinister, A red Little Red Riding Hood might wear,
Tag: Poetry
Dreamtime By Tad Tuleja
Dreamtime (For Andrée) In the deep pool of morning as sun barks its warning I swim up through the dreamtime for your hand With no
Still 1 By James B. Nicola
Still 1 The liquidness of soul and stuff is found with every melting of a season, or a shooting star which, like the clinging drop
Three Poems By Penny Peyser
“Your Beard” Are you imagining I like your beard, or rumpled shirt that’s begging for a wash? To my old eyes, darling you’re looking weird
Three Poems By Dan Campion
What Authorship Is Like Let us note here for the record the death-of-the-author authors put their names on the writings they author. Authorship is like
The Way She Goes By Michael Brosnan
The Way She Goes turning more angel-like every day, is quite enlightening, her hair fading from black to gray to white, the looseness of skin
Grand Little Things 