“83rd St. North Notebook,” a poem by Ann Quinn.
A visit to a childhood landscape. “The appliances immortal, the furniture arranged in 1946 …” To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop. Or simply scroll down to reach the plain-text version. Featured image: Jonathan Machen: Living Room, Los Alamos, New Mexico. Pen-and-ink with digitized color. – 83rd St. Notebook –...
“Hide & Seek,” a poem by Carol Matos. A child is a galaxy.
“I follow your trail, the scent of morning dreams sliding into awake …” This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop and print or expand it. Or just scroll down and read it as plain text. sk k Hide & Seek – From...
“A Couple In,” a poem by Jenny Gillespie Mason.
Love at the end. “the two pulses stayed, mixed up, so much brighter …” A Couple In —– —–I am one of the two who all those years did not find much to repel the mixing of our pulses —– They stayed not as one firm rhythm —– —– —– but together in fits like happily neglected green...
“1–800–441–9402,” a poem by Sue Chenette.
Working the airwaves and the phones. “… their ‘before’ photos not much different from my own face glimpsed in the mirror …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag it to your desktop and enlarge or print … Or simply scroll down to read the poem in plain text. 1–800–441–9402 Road-bleary still, sluggish after short sleep, wondering if...
“Work: Savannah Roots,” a poem by Ron Smith.
Breaking through the Southern heat. “… we never lifted our eyes from the depths till the boss man said Lunch and the world came back …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image below to your desktop. Or scroll down to read in plain text. Work: Savannah Roots ...
