We Who Are Left Behind by Michael G. Springer
must tighten the cinch / wrap up the reins and open the shoot / eventually this rodeo will buck / us all to the…
Going Home by Leland G. Heathco
One last road to follow, one more hill to climb / You won’t need your tools this time or a thermos to fill…
Childhood Memory by Ruben Garza
It’s dark and it’s late, downtown modes to scare me at night / Streetwalkers and drug dealers lurk in the shadows /They sing the…
Broken Glass Heart with Fresh Flowers by Tommy Antrez
Shattered into a thousand
Tiny pieces shaped
Like a maze
A kaleidoscope design
Carved by two soft
Smooth hands
With French-tip nails
Cold as seashells
Stuck in white sand
My wild scented
Rosemary…
Carving Stories by Tommy Antrez
My pen carves gracefully / Like sharp blades on / Winter ice, /…