Almería
by Russ Sargent Calle Lorca will always be the scent of fresh bread clinging to me all the way to the tenth century ruin where al – Mutasim
Light and Sweet
by Michael Palma How Whitman would have loved it here, This diner on this Sunday morning. Bright with the chrism of the rain, He’d track pure mud
Like Any Clown
by Michael Palma The one who thinks he’s in despair Or nearly there Crawlstrokes down the morning Flapping translucent wings. Beauty’s withdrawn,