At the Bar by Karen Valentine
Minute shards of glass
settle upon the bar counter
like finely milled powder
The barkeep smiles at no one in particular
as if born an automaton
No warmth offered as he brushes...
Two Poems by Jacqueline Jules
Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving
My mother framed the Rockwell painting.
That image of matriarch in white apron
setting down white platter
with turkey large enough to feed
all the smiling faces at the...
Two Poems by Lynda DeWitt
Billy G
The snake circled the island, up the Hudson, down the Harlem,into the East, and around the point past Billy G’srent-controlled building on the Lower West Side.
It...
[POEM] Tricycle Trip in the Mesilla Valley by John Russell Monagle
A new poem by John Russell Monagle
The Story of My Father by Holly Karapetkova
He spoke seven languages and was never allowed to leave the country.
He’d gone to school in Paris, which made him an enemy of the people.
I’m sorry, but...
