Season by James Rogers

Once on an autumn night / There were stars, even a rising moon / The beech tree had shed its leaves …

His Name is Clue Me In Now by Craig Rogers

On / His rail road track built by the hands of prophets / On / His back-up right hand for policy makers and sorcery…

Jesus is Paying Taxes to the Executive Branch by Craig Rogers

Mornings are always difficult to walk on, / This inflamed right heel, and last night’s / Restless leg syndrome are like an / Alcoholic’s…

Physics for Dummies by James Rogers

My bike. A Schwinn Paperboy Special. Solid steel construction. Designed to carry a hundred pounds of newspapers besides a rider, it takes abuse like…

Document-Unfinished Infringement on the Nuts Sent by the Pontiff by Craig Raymond Rogers

A dedication in the market square / Is steering propaganda’s romanticism? / I have transparency, seems less. …

Queer Document by Craig Raymond Rogers

Wordsworth meant what he said—“Suffering is permanent, / obscure, and dark and has the nature of infinity.”…

Confidence Out from Under the Confetti of Minimalist by Craig Raymond Rogers

There, cobalt petals stain us in rainbow hues, / His mouthpiece like lidocaine leeches. / I’m catching that disfigured hieroglyphic / Hanging out and…

A Number of a Misrepresentation by Craig Raymond Rogers

Fresh fences hypothesis lay underneath / The moon in rapture and like ornaments…

Respect by James Rogers

Time creeps like clouds/ of dark silver swirls / Morphia I embrace / Deep in dreams of you / night slips from my grip…

Doubt by James Rogers

Daylight dwindles, / snuffed by the immortal / silence of the desert.…
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