cut-price cut-price do i bump & struggle through another dislocated day or do i return to my bed where guilt will gnaw on my discount store existence or wait for monday sales that return so much lessRead more "CUT-PRICE – Geoffrey Aitken"
All this Broken Love I didn’t tell you how I felt when you said those things. I will tell you now. Those words are long rides on the highway. Broken sandals. A no-fly zone. Your anger sits on my tongue. It’s a restless bee. It shakes the walls, paints them green. Once we danced to […]Read more "2 POEMS – Amy Soricelli"
SEPTEMBER II It’s September third The ornamental maple Turns, I look away.Read more "SEPTEMBER II – Marc Janssen"
Forsaken I am the pen she left uncapped The one she tossed in the bottom drawer. I’m the line she crossed out when she wrote me off the one she crossed at every spot with every hook with every loop with every slant on every point each blot, each space: every trace of ink ran […]Read more "FORESAKEN – Frank William Finney"