Luray Gross: If Two People Are Aware of the Rising Moon
When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.
July 8, 2019 · 1 Comment
Jay Carson: Michael
On his route with a load of papers on his head,
he wasn’t tough enough to scare Michael
who socked him so hard papers flew
like peace doves all over Fifth Avenue.
June 27, 2019 · 1 Comment
Yana Djin: April Elegy
again April is here
with its sun of brass
and its moon of steel
April 24, 2019 · Leave a comment
John Samuel Tieman: Elegy for a Poet
Michael Castro 1945 – 2018 while the snow wants to melt winter loiters and I will listen I will listen for you when I need a noun a sudden muscle an animal can use to … Continue reading
January 26, 2019 · Leave a comment
