AKA Caldera
married to an agreement
a no thing thing
sent along, raw again
honeymooning over
the falls to waft
jejune, lick
spit ends from lips
long for the intangible
straddle, a new taboo
fish bones and seahorses
in the ravine scene
fall fallow with hunger.
A poem by Mira Kores of Sacramento.
Published on 02.11.10
A poem by Thomas Goff of Carmichael.
Published on 02.04.10
A poem by David Vaszko of Sacramento.
Published on 01.28.10
A poem by Brad Buchanan of Sacramento.
Published on 01.21.10
A poem by Adrienne Andrews of Sacramento.
Published on 01.14.10