Sandy Solomon: Ghazal
A night of ghazals comes to an end to fill with birds.
As the sky blues, their calls braid in New Jersey.
September 21, 2020 · 1 Comment
Mike James: Travel Ghazal
for Larry Give me a wash cloth and I will find a river to Dip it in. I will bathe in memory and in loss. Whenever the sky … Continue reading
August 30, 2018 · 2 Comments
Justin Vicari: Ghazal — Abundance
As kids, we loved the mulberry tree in my cousin Kathy’s yard. We stood under that mulberry tree like our own vine hut, eating our way through the afternoons. Our … Continue reading
June 14, 2017 · Leave a comment
