Beatman
Lisa Beatman Hair-Do I tried to measure it once, snuck up behind herwith a ruler when I should have been learning long division.It was only …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Thomas Fink Volcano Interruption You use these pockets as a garbage can. If seats were toilet seats, you could go whenever you want. Even in …
Jnana Hodson 2 Poems Blue Rock LII You decided to look out from the window to admire a branch in burnished clouds. I choose to …
Eileen Tabios Delaying Death As Gabriela Turns Forty I have wanted daughters to fill mornings with lemony giggles—only young girls …
Jim Behrle Up and Away favorite spot of river favorite girl. every day is night, each night lovely. this can’t be written. space …
J. J. Blickstein Night Shade for Jen your kiss is a jar of firefliesthe sticky liquor blushing the bellsin the pores to bang their tongues …
Crag Hill The Words Start:An Autobiography Read: …
Katie Kadue 2 Poems Communication Coming home, I am still a stone wall. In terms you can understand: I am Petain, and you shall not …
Zinovy Vayman 2 Poems hi from Nara, Japan sitting with MIZUHIKI branch from Nagaye’s garden I become ikebana Haibun for Robert Pinsky Richard Moore, Victor …
Cassie Lewis Vespers Dark soft sky— my will. Close by someone plays guitar. 10 p.m. So not all here …