Two Poems by Abigail Lee
The goal of poetry is to see the extraordinary in the everyday, and plainness in the fantastic, I was once…
The goal of poetry is to see the extraordinary in the everyday, and plainness in the fantastic, I was once…
Many of you will not like this poem. You will sense that it's unacceptable. You will not see what's so…
From the depths, today's poetry comes. MIchele Miller's verse gives attention to the spaces of the psyche which light neglects.…
When Allison Geller sent these poems to us, they were a part of a larger series of poems which explore,…
We said last year in our review of George Bilgere's poetry that, "It’s the self-appraisal and introspection that not everyone…
Robert Lietz says of his poetry, "In addition I spend a good deal of time taking, post-processing, and printing photographs…
genesis of thoughts from whence doth spring the germ of an idea that either takes root, exhibiting potential to live…
There’s little that can compare to a summer afternoon on a shady back porch—seventy-seven degrees, with a large, chilled beverage…
Play Pounding. Pounding. Pounding. A shrill squeak, Quick go! Body springs forward Don’t think now, do. Pounding faster, pounding, pounding…
Fanfare for the Artillery God I. Am. The piston. Run famine fingers through pools of molten lead vomit that pooled…