Embudo Variations — Winter
by Amalio Madueñ I Two kitchen lemons fused by blue green fuzz; I hold the perfect citrus skin of one least rotten. A distant raven sways aside
Kafka
by Barbara Siegel Carlson Two o’clock on his way home. Sun beats down his neck, so he takes a different route. A pigeon begins to gurgle as
Gone is Not Forgotten for Bert
by Gerd Stern when you’ve got to go it’s a pisser of a when not just you won’t stay can’t, that is, however will you be going now here, there,