Poetry
The Old Train by Joseph J. Kozma
The Old Train The train took off With the squeaks of 100% superheated rust. Then it jerked as if in the delivery room following the sounds of push. The caboose…
PoetryAn Ordinary Morning by Joseph J. Kozma
Liquidized stones, almost Called lava, found its way Between the leaves Of maples just finished Bleeding sugar freely; It was a beautiful morning. Mornings are like that On days when…
PoetryThe Flag Bearer by Joseph J. Kozma
The Flag Bearer One morning when he woke up He felt like a triangle In a rectangular world. The black milk of the night Refused to clarify, templates Fell apart…