Bucky, in later years How far to A. C.? Sixty-six miles to go. The wind is slowing my bike. Draft[…]
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BEACHTIME
My doting mother calls to me from our beach blanket, “Time to go, make sure and rinse your feet!” […]
Unmasking
black ski mask stretched over my wan face a black-and-white warbler weesa weesa weesa weesa weesa weesa weesa Rounding[…]
Moonlit Lake–A Meditation
a lunar disc hangs high in the midnight firmament it bends the sun’s radiant output over the recipient earth bathing[…]
Our Coogan and Brydon of Poetry
Our Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon of poetry conduct a road trip through their oratory They conceal and then reveal[…]
Vanishing Point
By Ross Smith Rolling down the tracks towards some distant point, Coming closer, Coming closer. The vanishing point. That place[…]
The World of Hampton Plunkett
Tonight I’m poling up the creek for bullfrog gigging. Here’s my gear– gig with trident prongs, lantern, bucket with aerator.[…]
Notre Dame de Paris
We are very moved by the determination of Paris to save and rebuild the cathedral. After the tragic fire of[…]
Reportage of Fear
“It was like a war like a scene that you see in war the guns the fire the noise it[…]
Seven Haikus from a Junkyard
Photo Credit: Ross Smith 1. A tire-borne seed falls to the oily ground. Green leaves find their way. 2. No[…]