February by Matt Stevenson

February by Matt Stevenson

by | Dec 9, 2019 | Poetry

February   Many of our life giving rituals are deeply private, whether repeated daily or annually, they gift us some sort of solace. A good snow crunching walk late at night seems to do it for me. If I could, preferably down the old train tracks stretching...
IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN by Thomas Osatchoff

IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN by Thomas Osatchoff

by | Dec 9, 2019 | Poetry

IN OUT IN OUT IN IN IN An acacia sings itself a blanket and a pomegranate grafted to make a river of red flowers flashing fire to and from our one deeper heart saying it again with a consistently irregular rhythm. Our one deeper heart aching like this: in out in out...
I Hold My Father’s Beer by Candice Kelsey

I Hold My Father’s Beer by Candice Kelsey

by | Dec 6, 2019 | Poetry

I HOLD MY FATHER’S BEER   I   Grainy 4×4 photos like some prop deck of saloon cards my mother has filed in a yellowed Polaroid Flashgun #268 box.   Meant for automatic color-pack cameras, this box contains the cycle of life: film to camera,...