Blue Notes—Jack Myers, In Memoriam
by Sydney Lea Our good friend Mark forwarded your lovely “Cirrus” soon after you died. I’d have wept at it even if
Mentor, we’re talking
by Alexander Etheridge Sudden winter, unfashionably cold rain — You may know this, changed now into everywhere by the shadow’s knick. And word
Entwined
by Carol Westberg It can never be satisfied, the mind, never. — Wallace Stevens Anxiety