Genetics by Brandon ShaneIn Poland, I have a cousin who lives in an old Soviet bloc, and on the outside you'd think ruin, [...]
A Page Of Sky; The Listening Moon by Susan Kay AndersonMoon, a smoky melt pasted. Hangs. Wavers. Last night flashes. Cool smell in dry grass. Northern lands so warm. [...]
field stream stone and flower; sky and earth, or the story that nobody reads by Brian Michael Barbeitoan owl watches there. what does it know? it must have seen all things. the trees are high and water flows at the bottom after long paths[..]
Looking for Bukowski in Palos Verdes; A Poem is the Chelsea Hotel by M.R. MandellI stumble over graves, crushing flowers with my heels. The sun fades into the hills, gates scheduled to lock at the first hint of night [..]