“I Like to Read My Books at Work” by Lisa Brand

I like to read my books during work. I know I’m not suppose too, but when the shelves are clean Continue reading →

“Rolling Over in Her Grave” by Alison Miller

I straddled you once, on the greenchair that was slowly unwrapping itsskin from its thin, weathered bones. The lights in Continue reading →

“What the Eye Perceives” by Eric Forsbergh

What the Eye Perceives             Rosalind Franklin, 1952 Breeze feathers the lake. Aloft, an eagle scans, rising on the thermals.  All Continue reading →

“is live now ” by Darcy Isla

The girl on my screen almost sounds like she’s crying,I can’t hold her for comfort; we both might be dying. Continue reading →

“Bathtub” by Michael T. Smith

1)   Meticulous droplets fill a dirty tub held together by a ring of filth, a matrimonial altar of the Continue reading →

“Copy of a wh*re” by Michael T. Smith

The term ‘first person’ shows how selfish we are.  I would never Look at myself […ergo sum…] the way We Continue reading →

“O, Woman (Sonnet)” by Michael T. Smith

O, woman thy airy ways have — but stop!                             You must be green of reading po’tic sop That’s written about Continue reading →

“Gather Apart” by Michael T. Smith

(from and to Maya Angelou)   The loss of a first love is so painful that it borders on the Continue reading →