he can’t be gone can he—for jack
by Christopher Soden word came days after at a poetry workshop consistent with the nature of our connection he was a friend rabbi father shaman
Passages—in memory of Jack Myers
by Marian Aitches 1 One by one, birds fly through the wide hall — shadows on fire – lit walls brighter than the
On Time
by Bruce Spang Do you hear the soft ohhs in the mist? These are sighs of God. They do not matter to the man — late, no doubt — who taps at his