Tucked in a Seam
by Frederick Wilbur Days of tenacious March when songbirds drain the feeders like visiting magicians, I watch from my desk window — the urge to
Edges
by Frederick Wilbur Too praising, you could sabotage this poem, finely wrought, keenly carved, hand thrown, the kind crafted perhaps with an
Real Estate
by Margaret Young Another June, embarrassing roses brandish their sexual petals. The swan– necked excavator digs up the shady street while
Waking at 3 a.m.
by Steve Luria Ablon I have to pee even though I don’t. I place my arms across my chest like the Buddha, to hold myself here. This is how
Because Our Menu Has Changed
by Steve Luria Ablon Use the telephone keypad. Transmit your social security, careful just the last four numbers. Recall your address, your zip
Because My Last Name Begins With A
by Steve Luria Ablon Who wants to read first? Who will take notes? A last name starting with A is always first, always anxious, always armed. So