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
Tag: Poetry
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
Three Poems By Becky Nicole James
Shit, I’m Jealous Shit! I’m jealous. I can’t show my needled cheekbones, pacing plea. I’m saying yes; I’m saying no. Dead-cradled in my hips she’ll
Grand Little Things 