By Steve Davenport
Night tongues
the low slur
like an oar
By Steve Davenport
Night tongues
the low slur
like an oar
By Steve Davenport
At the end of the world,
a Tuesday, I crouched
with a blue notebook
in a concrete bunker
and drank schnapps
until my liver candied
By Pattie McCarthy
witching hour detente cluster feeding
co-sleeping cluster nursing witching hour
mirror neurons witching hour colic
By Peter Kline
Ich allein
lebe und leide und lärme.
I alone
live and suffer and howl.
By Peter Kline
There’s something not-quite-right about you, he said.
There’s something not-quite-right about the way
you stand beside me, close enough to touch me.