Rosy
by Patrick Dillon Once upon a time when yellow hens laid purple eggs, not long before she touched the car and went off into the photograph. high
Song of the Slave Poets
by Patrick Dillon We go blind at the deskpit Fussing out our commas Feeling for something like a teapot That will contain everything. Life is
Chandelier
by Joanne Lowery For lack of a better name, let us call this darkness “Klimt.” True, squares of white and gold tile his paintings, naked fish