Glimpse to Marlene, September 2011
by David Filer The slough is finally calm, and in the last light, the palisades are doubled, white mist dissipating twice. I was afraid for us
There Used To Be Gentlemen
by Maria DiLorenzo who handled their women like art in a museum, forbidden to touch, yet sometimes slyly touched, my grandfather in 1945 kissing
The Secret, Painting by William Bouguereau
by Polly Giantonio Her shoulder, soft and full as a swan’s breast, illumines homely features in graceful symmetry — ivory beauty with reticent