We imagined their fossils to be thunderbolts
byI have never wanted children, never been the kind to dream of daughters or give these imagined futures such pretty names You’re good with kids someone tells me and it’s…
Poetry
Church of the Epiphany
byI passed a stained-glass-windowed church each day walking to Central Elementary School, midway between the vinyl-sided white where Maddie, spaniel sentinel, would bark at all but us, front paws to…
Banana Mania
byNothing happened on December 26th until Charlene’s father arrived, a little drunk on bourbon, with 64 Crayolas, the Big Box she desired but never got. We’re gonna do things differently…
Two Poems
byHotspot for Markus Jones It’s me. It’s where I’m at. Like right now. It’s like you’re half a continent away from me walking down Boston’s Newbury Street with three days…
Poems
byJack Freeman | three poems Anticipation It is for its reality that what is expected is expected. –Heidegger, Being and Time You fluster me. Branches, yet unbroken, must break in…
Poems by Ron Koertge & T.J. Smith
byRon Koertge I Like to Kiss up against a chain link fence. White pickets too churchy, wrought iron too Victorian. I like to be outside an abandoned car lot, the…