by Anthony Albright
Who knew
this hue
of blue
existed? Continue reading
Tag Archives: Reminiscence
Late Sunday Night
by Tyler Dunston
Though there is nothing magical
about this city, I can see my father Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
The Gargoyles of il Duomo di Milano
by William Hawkins
Not much troubles the gargoyles of il Duomo di Milano. They feel neither rain nor wind nor the scratch of lichen. They jut into space blind and deaf. Though I have heard they do know the sun, as even light can enter stone. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
each Sunday morning
by Moni Brar
we pile into the old green chevy
vinyl seats cool against our backs
the buzz of excitement licking away Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
Do You Still Have Any of Your Prison Stuff?
by Ace Boggess
(question asked by Savannah Dudley)
Open the 2012 volume of Best American Poetry
& there inside its avocado cover
see my inmate number written in black sharpie
by a C.O. from the mailroom.
A reminder. There’s not much else.
I was never one to accumulate wealth. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
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