Autumn Poems

by Daryl Muranaka Black Rabbit Sitting in his green framed warren, chicken wire and plastic wrapped windows, does he stare blankly into the garden at the small brown brothers nibbling at the vegetables left to rot in the autumn cold? Read More …

Dead Poems

by G. O. Clark From The Hand Of The artist slumps in his chair, sketchpad in lap, gnarled fingers holding the sharpened charcoal pencil, creating a darkly erotic portrait of his favorite lady, half flesh, half machine, the smile on Read More …

Toy Poems

by Richard King Perkins II   Toys at the Edge of the Room He was not a monster but could imitate one so realistically that the uninitiated could not tell the difference— and now his act begins again; stomping around Read More …