Astronomy 1
by Harvey Mudd I paid no mind to the wind and rain; the clouds, though, these I noticed for they drifted along the building tops, and obscured
Mortal remains
by Harvey Mudd Distant mountains, an ancient uplift of granites, snow capped, seen glancing past a woman who is silhouetted against a world that
On Disasters — After Seneca
by Harvey Mudd Disasters generally come around with a smug certainty of their place at the table. The beloved pet, the brindle cat, eaten by the
Mark Rice
studied poetry and received his MFA from New York University. He was runner – up in the 2010 Sow’s Ear Poetry Review Poetry Contest
Michael Macklin
makes poems and cabinets in Portland, Maine. He serves as one of The Café Review’s poetry editors. He is out in the woods now turning over rocks
