by Adam Deutsch
A monarch was creamed
on the radiator along the way, Continue reading
by Adam Deutsch
A monarch was creamed
on the radiator along the way, Continue reading
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by Jacob M. Appel
He bled our girls’ fevers, poulticed their burns,
Stayed up with Baby Ida to the last, Continue reading
by JSP Jacobs
This is where we walk slowly
My arm linked in yours Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
By Scott Abels
A painting of twelve dogs
in a jury box
and a cat labeled defendant. Continue reading
by Scott Abels
We’ve got to talk
when I’m looking at my computer. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry