PoetrySeptember 5, 2016<September 5, 2016 Stare by Mike Wilson I can read floors like others read books, the tile or terrazo or carpet speak volumes. How much foot traffic has trod past, if…
PoetryJanuary 19, 2016<January 5, 2016 Tintinnabulation by Matt Prater —for William Wright For whole weeks after Labor Day, we could scavenge pockets- ful of candy the firemen’s auxiliary had scattered from their engines…