Malissa
1983 A week before, I bought my first maternity gear at the Goodwill, a brown empire-waist polyester top with
Jeanetta Calhoun Mish
Filter / Sort
Eulogy for Ireland
*** Me, Shrouded in green, white, and orange I wake up tossing up electric blankets in my single-bed
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Three Sonnets
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Randy Roberts Potts
Homecoming
For Uncle Max Greed, I guess—my father answered me uncharacteristically critical of our ancestors, their
Ken Hada
Cicada III
I am drawn to the empty husk of the Cicada where it clings to the bark of a tree in my backyard. Fearing I will
Scott Aycock
Poet Issues
I have an almost pathological fear of poets. Well, not all poets. I developed my phobia in a graduate poetry
Carol Johnson
Walking the Walk
When we walk–whenever we really walk, in an unhurried, unhassled way–we clear our heads, we get exercise, we
Scott Gregory