The Blood I Can Draw
By Tony Brown
Joe Frazier’s left hooks
were on my mind
right after I turned eleven
and had just listened
to the Fight Of The Century
on a scratchy … Continue reading→
Song for Guns & License
Paper mill town closed down.
Sporting goods store the big draw.
Hunters shop for camouflage,
a new barrel gauge. Deer season.
Six months here,
I’m in a red chair with a … Continue reading→
By Jean Macpherson
I like a poem with bullshit. And flowers.
I purchased several journals at AWP Boston and, oddly enough, I submitted to most of them in the past as well as recently. Rejection, rejection, rejection! But never mind … Continue reading→
By Lenore Weiss
Working as a writer in the computer industry suited me fine. First I contracted at engineering companies. I moved on to other positions. My role required me to interview software engineers, marketing and business analysts, and to … Continue reading→
By Lenore Weiss
What language do you think I’m talking? Yes, give me a cigarette. I’m feeling about as shitty as yesterday when they brought me in and my hand hurts. It’s bandaged. Busted it through the glass when I … Continue reading→