Category: Poetry

NO PREDICTABLE MALFUNCTION by Colin Dodds The bar smelled like an ex-girlfriend’s breath. And I was like Belgium in the 20th century— just waiting for someone to violate my

High Heaven by William Greenway for Rosalee He who loves give a hostage to fortune. —Nietzsche Another stinking diaper to thank God for, why we traveled all the way

IN HEAVEN IT IS ALWAYS AUTUMN by William Greenway after John Donne It all seemed to happen that same year we lived in England, every hill golden with

BEGINNER’S ENGLISH FOR REFUGEES by Sebastian H. Paramo I walk around the makeshift classroom where the heat has us sweating for words. The adults repeat phrases like a

BIRTHDAY by Katharine Johnsen            Boca Raton, March 1995 Clasping my hand around my grandfather's, I pulled him from a doze to rehearse; he