Poetry

by Alan Hardy It’s a rewrite. Sat by the window looking out at the side of the square in shot. The footpath narrows down my view. Yellow...

by Michael Lee Johnson Steel Bars a Single Sheet I'm Steely Dan Seymour Butts, South America, trust me on that. I can't pull up my sheet...

by Mary Bone One by one baby turtles go down a winding path. The sandhill was always a place of safety. Their shells will be their...

by Ace Boggess Red I drove a red car onto a street lit red by the reddish sun descending below reddened hills, & did I feel the burning...

by Ace Boggess House Painters When they stroke their cautious marks over awning & eaves, gutters & trim, do they doubt themselves as if...

by Kushal Poddar The rain adds a black coat to the asphalt. They try hard not to get us wet, and yet we climb in the jet drenched as if...