Bedmaking
by Megan Grumbling I sky it high the white as if a child lay giggling here beneath, breathing the light in billows as it settles,
Black Blood
by Peter Bradley It is such a common occurrence that the eyes of others slide over the sight of it with nary a question or raised eyebrow. As if
The Former Slaughterhouse at Villa Epecuen
by Keith Dunlap Among a stand of long dead trees bleached white by the intense salinity of flood waters that consumed the town, a road built in
Dante Gabriel Rosetti to Elizabeth
by Keith Dunlap I have entombed my love poems to you in the moldering casket of your heart. Yet I keep returning to the plot of grass, keep
The Abandoned Psychiatric Hospital
by Keith Dunlap What is it that is left behind to remind us of what occupied this place? Cracked plaster, broken glass, and peeling paint, a
Heliopause
by Kathleen Ellis In this place where the wind from the sun gives way to the wind from the stars the Earth waits for its guests to return