After The Funeral
by Robert VanderMolen There was talk of fishing, cancer And the stock exchange. The trick Said Denny, is to be a contrarian, Not many have such
After The Fog
by Robert VanderMolen Shaving: If I had a thinner face Like D. H. Lawrence Or Robert Creeley I’d grow a beard (I told her) * There were odd
On Tuesday
by Robert VanderMolen Spotting a van logging Through beeches, where you hadn’t Realized there was a road Staring from your canoe, water lilies
Glen and Tom
by Robert VanderMolen Whatever hotel or town it was He stood on a balcony with a drink After a long day driving in the heat The side of his truck
BRAID
by Floyce Alexander Photo of scalp hung by one nail. Mud–smeared window of the cold house. Some man’s family crowding together. This earth
NIGHT OUT
by Floyce Alexander Screams rattle the amphitheater Of lost dreams. A horror film In progress nears its end. I’m restless; aren’t you, Without