Solace

David Estringel what to do with these moody blues?words capture little, collapsing on the tongue.like wicker baskets of water,the head can’t hold thoughts that run cold, along…… Read more “Solace”

THE THING

Brian Rihlmann a farmers daughter she comes infrom the backyard black handedfrom the soilbrushes sweatplastered hairfrom her browwith the back of her armsmiles brightas the latest flowersshe has plantedand…… Read more “THE THING”