Sam Norman Guilt When rain touches dusk, and air settles heavily on the barren fields, the ghosts appear to chastise the left-behind. Author of Still Here, Sam Norman is a fifty-six year old high school teacher and lives with his wife Teri, kids Bec and Dan, and a whole bunch of chickens in Coventry, CT. […]
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J.I Kleinberg “We Believed”
J.I. Kleinberg We Believed Artist, poet, and freelance writer J.I. Kleinberg lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and on Instagram @jikleinberg.
Read MoreJ.I Kleinberg “Criticized”
J.I. Kleinberg Criticized Artist, poet, and freelance writer J.I. Kleinberg lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and on Instagram @jikleinberg.
Read MoreJ.I Kleinberg “because the trees”
J.I. Kleinberg because the trees Artist, poet, and freelance writer J.I. Kleinberg lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and on Instagram @jikleinberg.
Read MoreKendra Nuttall “Self-Preservation”
Kendra Nuttall Self-Preservation With wrist bound in brace to keep the carpal tunnel at bay, I stick on the anti-wrinkle patch and catch my plastic-coated smile in the glass, teeth retained, each knowing its place. Kendra Nuttall loves long titles and is the author of poetry collections, Our Bones Ache Together and A Statistical Study […]
Read MoreDavid P. Miller “Motif”
David P. Miller Motif When the full moon rests its searchlight near the horizon, I remind myself we’ve mostly managed to leave it alone. David P. Miller, retired librarian, former performance artist, affirms that we have not seen too many poems about springtime, grandmothers, or the solar system.
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead (Untitled)
John Hawkhead New growth from old wood, she cannot remember where the scars came from. John Hawkhead is a globally published writer of short form poetry and artist who has won many international haiku contests. His books ‘Bone Moon’ and ‘Small Shadows’ are from Alba publishing.
Read MoreMarilyn Westfall “My Brother’s Matins”
Marilyn Westfall My Brother’s Matins Most mornings he says thanks for coffee, fresh jelly donuts, fast food burritos, homemade French toast with syrup, but if I shop at Lucky Seven, purchase him a carton of cheap menthol cigarettes, he’ll clutch the laminated box to his naked chest, hurry to the bathroom mirror, reach upward with […]
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