PoetryJune 13, 2017<June 12, 2017 Playground by Jeff Burt For spring to begin mma boy held his breath and then the breath mmexploded, the boy’s cheeks sank—this, this mmwas the last of winter….
PoetryAugust 26, 2016<August 26, 2016 Spring Ode with Robins and Mallards by Jeff Gundy My common town looks so different when I wander it with a curious stranger, telling the usual stories, how we took the beer money…