Catch by Linda Sacco
Catch He asks, less subtly, what is the meaning? It’s true money doesn’t always fall from the ceiling but he can’t beat the feeling. (I’m a pretty picture on the…
Poetry
Johnson Grass… by Bob Carlton
Johnson grass, wild lettuce, white puff of thistle– untended, the ditch, low border between upper mowings–
Poetry
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.
Poetry
Inversion by David Russomano
Inversion Almost the exact opposite of those birds you hear singing in nearby hedges, but can’t see: this hawk, perched on a low-hanging branch unobscured by leaves, its talons sunk…
Poetry
We Pass by David Russomano
We Pass gas stations, grain silos, a small cemetery, telephone poles marching single file, mills, a bowling alley, fast food chains with names that we all recognize, a maze carved…