Category: Poetry

MY OBITUARIES by Katharine Johnsen I started reading the obituaries after he came home from the hospital, checked them like he checked his stocks, like they mattered as

TASTING GARLIC IN SPANISH by Jeff Schiff Head the vendor replies for the sheathed whole where its dangling beard once studied mud cabeza de ajo Cabeza so you

AZIMUTHS by Philip Kobylarz Summer, a suitable garden. With/without reasons, leaving. In the bulb of her hand, a match                                                                stick. Beyond the circling hills, a road back to

TINTINABULAR by Philip Kobylarz What is certain are possibilities. The potted weed might bloom. Cloud play might develop a sunset erratic, colored with the dust of the living.

TO M. AFTER SEEING AGAIN HIS FIRST PICTURE WITH SANTA by Michael Levan What was it made you             stick a fingertip in your mouth, searchingly, as if