Poetry

Johnson Grass… by Bob Carlton

Johnson grass, wild lettuce, white puff of thistle– untended, the ditch, low border between upper mowings–

Bob Carlton · August 2, 2016Poetry

Fat Wet by Bob Carlton

Fat Wet… Fat wet snow flakes fall softly lost on ground unfrozen. Gray skies, bare trees black with water, smoky breath, stinging ears, summer a thought lost in a shiver.

Bob Carlton · August 2, 2016No. 7 · Ditch'em

To Begin With

As the tiny town of Broken Creek, Oklahoma slept, a plague of tornadoes struck in the night. Some people were swept away, some were crushed, and…

Bob Carlton · Ditch'em