Edited by Bradford Morrow
December 12, 2017
O moon my pin-up,
how I wish I were a woman frescoed
in a loose dress, pulled by the hair
to heaven. Or Titian’s voluptuous Virgin
rising above everyone who tries to touch her.
November 21, 2017
My neighbors convened a kangaroo court. The charge against me was stealing newspapers. I contended that after 9:00 am they were artifacts not news and were therefore fair game under international archaeological conventions.
October 31, 2017
Like you were always
waiting in line for something
just vaguely wanted. What makes us
more human than waiting.
Thursday, February 1, 2018