Because of their format, several poems that appear in the current issue are included only in pdf. To read them, click on their titles on the right side of this page.
Making a pilgrimage to Albuquerque to give thanks I cheated heart surgery of a bad outcome only last month,
On a road leading to where I used to live, thoughts go back to friends who would visit, most now are in places quite exquisite,
I remember there was a big bridge with a toll, and for once I had change. The river was a shadow of itself below
A cartoon rider on a horse so real it shits and stalls and rears against the rider it’s been saddled with in this narrative.
I came out of that country with one suitcase crammed with newspaper, seeds in every fold.
There is one pointtwo point and pointless (I am referring to some of the excesses of Canaletto).
Sorrow, keep calm. Evening—you asked for it—has come. Darkening streets (depending who you are) bring peace, or fear.
The dawn of the age is an old tune just barely in d minor. You can go there, listen, hear what Arnold Schoenberg heard
Boats are sad folks as they rock and they rock tied
Murmurous muezzin, hedge- hiding, no reason to silence for never I’d harm you, not Rueheart, not
