Poetry

Remembering a good season...

"...stronger as we found our voices..."

"...here’s scree too heavy, mountain clad..."

"...Society rains hate on men who cry..."

"...Slow traffic for miles and miles..."

"...A million fragments scatter..."

"A taste of music sits pink on her tongue..."

"...a crack of his heart can be heard houses away..."

Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. His poems have appeared in numerous online and print venues. He was formerly dean at the Montana State University library.

John Swain lives in Le Perreux-sur-Marne, France. His most recent chapbook, "The Daymark," was published by Origami Poems Project.

"...we are old enough to know..."

"...I walk into the wilderness of the sky..."

"...Let my dream Take me in her ‘fold’..."

"...quick as a dart game with half a pint left..."

"...tattered souls seeking solace..."

Charles Rammelkamp is Prose Editor for BrickHouse Books in Baltimore.

"...falling through trap doors of chance..."

"...We’re daring equals, investors and innovators..."

"...voices soaked in spices and seawind..."

"... It’s all good..."

"...what my words mean to me..."

"...like death's sentinels from the porch railing..."

"...Neither light nor darkness, just a stoic stillness..."

"Reading poems out loud to my dog..."

"...Fair farmers' radar sees a ray..."

"...To unbraid multiple strands requires hidden fingers..."

"The grey sky reminds me of..."

"...for a brighter future..."

"...beer drinking made the brewers, shippers sellers, and advertisers rich..."

"...Some even manage to be entertaining..."