Lines from A Madman’s Diary by Dennis Gilliam
Suddenly, he appeared from my ceiling, The turbaned Arab smoking a hookah, Sitting on his own cloud of smoke Like a djinn. Al-Qaeda decapitated him he said. The gnome at…
Fallow Ground
Déjà vu by Dennis Gilliam
This is how it always feels. I have been here before. The door is still closed Time elapses in seconds. The door is not closed. The wood is not splintered.…
Fallow Ground
Midwest Sunset by John Dorroh
I wait for you, my darling sky. I wait for you to pull out your palette, inviting the world to stop breathing just for a moment, to look up and…
Empty Silos
My Homestead, For Better or Worse by Ray Spitzenberger
for better or worse I love my homestead rows of burnt-gold milo maize the grain sorghum grown for feed hot sand between long rows reflects the fierce sun above and…
Empty Silos
Penny by Linda Sacco
He liked that I was a free spirit, so he could bottle me up and sell me to the highest bidder. It is such a long spiral down, waiting for…