Monthly Archives: April 2017

Rooted “Trauma keeps us standing in the same place” —Marilyn Kallet, Sept. 11 2016 Ghosts keep floating from the screen though the television has been turned off body after body like laundry in the wind Protoplasm writhing in suits from … Continue reading →

Roadkill (patterned on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 19) Clenched firmly in the armadillo’s paws, a beer can glimmers. Ever shall I brood upon the day Love caught me in its jaws here at the Texas Road House, in cold blood. Unbridled two-step … Continue reading →

MR. Crae Crae Your crazy makes my crazy Not seem crazy at all After giving it a second thought Do not ever give me a call Things you say and do each day are Not the way I want to … Continue reading →

Rapunzalene Rapunzalene was a ghetto queen She had the biggest Black hair I’d ever seen There were always questions when the day was done Because underneath that wild wig she carried her son. He had no Daddy, or at least … Continue reading →

Crepuscule with Callie Waves of scent wash over her: urine (human and animal) sweat   damp wool bad coffee no cream worse cigarettes flame a perfume called Joy. A landscape quakes: calico tuxedo gray orange white black tabby Manx. The notes … Continue reading →

A Day At The Fair Because I missed you so much I entered the contest. It was easy. The only requirement was that I cut a heart out of the center of my head. It would grow back. Even if … Continue reading →

This poem is available as a PDF to preserve formatting. Please click on the link: DREAM OF THE MARION-APPRECIATION PARTY Marion Cohen dedicates this poem to all small-press poets and writers; it’s from an actual recent dream. Her 27th book … Continue reading →

The Runner’s Cloudburst Read me a story, The Beginner’s Guide to Cross Country Running. Yes, but first show me your heart. It’s gotta have Love scrawled on it, Laugh carved in it, Desire and Determination in a pistols-at-dawn Disagreement over … Continue reading →