A Parable.
by Peter Money The animals greeted him as if he were one of them. Maybe they can smell the special carbon on his breath, the distaste, refuse,
In Ancient Times
by Peter Money In Ancient Times — for Chris Busa You were standing over the raft (it was low tide and the raft was idle), the one you
Specific —
by Steve Luttrell the man on the bridge (alone) standing. neither here nor there.
(Fragment)
by Steve Luttrell Mind’s necessary movement memory’s dislodged fragments what comes up comes up
Coast Poem
by Steve Luttrell The tides to bring the news of oceans. Where the weather takes the shape of change.
And Now . . . .
by Lucien Stryk Ancient recorder: mind leaps through centuries of pain, beyond war, peace, genocide, even love. Circles like swallows over and