Walter by Michael G. Springer

I didn’t know you’d made the paper, Walter, / yesterday, when I saw you walking beside the road / in your long weathered coat,…

Portrait of a Poet by Michael G. Springer

we saw him first in prison / where he came to visit a man / whose desert had dwindled down / to one moderate…

Unspoken Profundities of the Universe by Michael South

It has never been said / That shouting at yellow balls / Bouncing off Saturn’s rings / Could make one feel incontinent / Especially…

My Parisian Sidwalk by Michael South

Washed in a desert’s night rain / Prison lights impersonate themselves / Mirrored on an incarcerated sidewalk / Repainting gray fences and huddled pigeons…

The Bull and the Ballerina by Michael Serapis Freeman

Lead the bull / by the nose …

Prison Program Graduation Day by Michael Serapis Freeman

“Congratulations to all of you!” / You put your bloodstained hand in mine / and pumping my arm / you look sincere.…
Artwork (c) Richard Palmer

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…
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