Maureen Alsop
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen Kirktrying to shut the howling of the whistle out of my sleep trying to get back to a memory that aroused me once upon a time taking the Nightcontinue reading this poem
The Empress wanders long lanes of night oak. She looks up from the portrait, west, into the lowering lids of buttercup.
From “Turifumy of Butterfly Breathing – after Anne Siems”
Michael Hettich
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkA half-naked woman dove into this pool in December.continue reading this poem
Stacy Ericson
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkThe old woman hauled her bones here, where they hoist our carscontinue reading this poem
Poetry by Sarah J. Sloat
Tags/ Posted by Chris Al-Aswadi entered the sanctuary of your still life, driven by the mind i left twitching in the gutter.continue reading this poem
