Issue #52 Feb 26, 2023

Summer Creek

stumbling down dry-leaf trails on summer creek
— I dare not touch the water.
fish scales dry on sandy dunes,
on jagged banks like druid runes,
the smell is harsh, … Read more

Holiday

the day
     is in danger of passing without wickedness
                –Frank O’Hara, “Washington Square”

let’s hope tomorrow’s the day
when the substitute newscasters have nothing to say

when everybody everywhere … Read more

On Time

Each night, as the world sleeps, I think. Of Time. Of men and women. Boys and girls. Battleships and battlefields. Wounds that do not heal. Of them — the crochet … Read more

Miracle

Life lies cocooned, amidst
collapsed concrete and mangled steel;
Breathing, sighing, waiting;
Hungry, helpless, wailing…
The dead surround by hundreds,
Thousands, tens of thousands

Yet, a new life lies cocooned,… Read more