Beech Hill
by Gary Lawless i blue below our feet blue field field full of berries blue bay below clouds, crows, wood lily under blue sky, on our way to
Gore Pour
by Jack Collom nosebleed sonnet Gore Pour The nose . . . when I was young I used to be A picker. “Blow that mess!” Investigate That obstacle.
No Need
by Mark Melnicove Now that Everyone — is dying — and there is Nothing — to stop them — hallucinogenics are superfluous. I do not need — Anything
Final Exam
by Jim Bishop –1– remember? you are driving down a country road and they appear from nowhere no from black trees by the road three
de Kooning Grotesque
by Carolyn Gelland “Beauty becomes petulant to me,” said de Kooning. “I like the grotesque. It’s more joyous. . . . ” jackals
The Gutter of New York- de Kooning
by Carolyn Gelland The gutter of New York grounded me — that’s my kind of space. There are streets here too that give me the same feeling. There