Charlie Brice: Out of the Closet
Clothed in my cheap JC Penny’s suit, holding a bible, sitting on a container of disinfectant that smells like murder, like what they’d use to clean the war machine of … Continue reading
Charles W. Brice: Stupidity
The guy in his MAGA cap
yells at my friend
that she’s a scaremonger
for wearing a mask
Corona's Jaws: An Anthology of Poetry
Poems by Cynthia Atkins, Jose Alcantara, Judith Alexander Brice, Michael T. Young, Sydney Lea, Charlie Brice, John Samuel Tieman, and Adrian Rice.
Judith Brice and Charles W. Brice: Two Winter Poems
. Today, Of White After ‘Early Spring Thaw’ by Di Brandt Today my bones shudder and shake— quake with the wanton cold of winter her snows of white … Continue reading
Charles Brice: Wisdom
Wisdom is an albatross living in Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge. She’s sixty-six years old, my age, and is nesting an egg, a new life, hope in a shell. … Continue reading
Charles W. Brice: Walking Townsend Road, Petoskey, Michigan
One day it’s the red-twigged dogwoods ringed by rag weed yellows and chicory blues that clarify mind and confirm insignificance. Another day it’s the garter snake whose crushed … Continue reading
Charles W. Brice: Elvis Presley Patch
Let’s face it there is no hair left on the top of my head. Even if I bought a designer mop, or had a hair transplant and looked like … Continue reading