The Drift
by Sandee Lyles We drift along and fail to notice What floats by much of the time Up and down, up and down We bob and grab for big stuff Likely
Eight Ball—for Jack Myers
by W.E. Butts There’s a Buddha on my desk, and he’s laughing. We of the West believe if you rub the Buddha’s belly, good fortune is certain. But
Sunrise on the Ohio River
by Jim McGarrah November 23, 2009 — for Jack Myers, teacher and friend In front of me silt and driftwood clip along driven by the current