Category: Spring 2013

Elton Glaser
has published eight full–length collections of poetry, including two new books in 2013: Translations from the Flesh (University of

Suzannah Gilman
her poetry has appeared in such publications as The Florida Review, Calyx, Pearl, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Family Matters: Poems of our

Trina Gaynon
volunteers with WriteGirl, an organization in Los Angeles providing workshops and mentors for high school girls interested in writing. She also

Donald Crane
is seventy–seven years old and lives in Milbridge, Maine. Since retirement he has been able to pursue a life–long interest in poetry

Unwritten
by Suzannah Gilman I am willing to let you be my undoing, to undo all I learned before you came to me. I will forget just as each labor’s pains

Haphazards
by Elton Glaser 1 Tendrils of rain Catch on the dry leaves and drag them Down to green again. I don’t need sharp light in the grass, Quills and

Devotional Smoke
by Elton Glaser I’m praying again To a God I don’t believe in. I’m lighting candles like little spaceships That will carry my pleas and

Cafe Talk with the Late Robert Desnos
by Elton Glaser Nobody tells you how boring the dead are. They never buy me booze or listen to my talk. Ah, how I loved talking from the black

Dirty Face, Cripple & Wild for Bob Creeley *
by Peter F. Murphy The first used to chew & never wipe his chin. The second shot his leg about off going over a fence. The third drank a lot

The Levee
by Peter F. Murphy At eleven meters, the river lingers. Waves laugh to Liszt. On the pavement, children play tag. Lovers long for sofas hugged in