Edges
She wants to keep walking, “Look at that maple,” wind rising, as red as a coxcomb, like it’s bleeding all […]
Poems, Tributes, Underground Poets
Tributes
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
This Is Not Loving
My sister told me she took Dad’s face in her hands and said, There’s nothing, just nothing in your eyes.
Poems, Teachers, Tributes
The Mirrored Image of Me
I had been looking into a mirror propped against the wall and nestled into one of my bed cushions. The
Poems, Rust Belt Poets, Tributes
Where Girls Still Ride the Beds of Pickup Trucks
The wind is always warm here. Breezes snap through their T-shirts, hot metal and sun burn their arms and bare
Audio, Poems, Rust Belt Poets, Tributes
After the Reading by the Famous Poet
He sat at a table in the bookstore signing autographs. We stood all around, awkward, clinging, fawning, and he was