266 – Glen Hogard [Poetry]

266 in the beginning was a juvenile crow one eye replaced by an iron ore pellet from his smooth beak … More

2 Poems by John Grey [Poetry]

ADDICT ON THE COUCH un-help yourself, that was his offering – rejected rehab – injected himself with happiness – high … More

Crosswalk I always push the button twice at the crosswalk near my house. The second push must be a waste; … More

Decorating Cake with Thorns I’m weeping willow arms gnarled, my skin orange-brown and creaking, limbs too limp to hold hope … More

Relativity The lights burn out and glass spins— tea-crusted rim you run a dry thumb over, pull your hand back … More

THE CROSSING I’m on a collision course in a dark room and as the chairs rise to the ceiling I’m … More

One More Time to Get It Right It’s a Saturday afternoon in May, but instead of enjoying the beautiful springtime … More

Night Watch Morphine blinking—– Steady cricket with its faithful drip… Look, to this dance eyes gaze beyond, above the … More

Autobiography in Ruins Every square inch of knowledge had been trudged through Forty years later, I wait and watch. Had … More

In the Future We Will Call This Deja vu It was before church when I told you I had a … More