By: Bruce Levine The Storm Rain spattered on the window paneMaking patterns like geometric drawingsBefore the droplets released their molecular holdForming abstract lines like a Pollack painting Flashes of lightning illuminated the maze of waterHeld against the glass as if…
By: Chuck Orloski (13 March 2017) I am Jack, Jack BeNimble to avoid a fall into deep snow drift. Or am I actually Jack, Jack BeQuick to get out of the candlestick storm alive? Stella blows upon red chapped cheeks….
By: SA Libby The rain has been falling for days. So long his weary eyes can’t remember exactly where the roads lay under all those feet of muddy water. Planks of wood and shingles surf along the surface. Clothes and…
By: Gaither Stewart Oh, no, it’s already beginning. As every morning the usual twisting and untangling myself to escape these capricious sheets. Already another day. I no sooner finally drop off to sleep than I’m waking and another long day…