Category: Poetry


by Ann LaBar When I arrive, my father will ask, “They pay you for that?” And I will answer no.  Payment For poetry is rarely legal tender. It is broken barrettes, non-pareils […]

Over It

by Alexis Rhone Fancher Now the splinter-sized dagger that jabs at my heart has lodged itself in my aorta, I can’t worry it anymore. I liked the pain, the dig of remembering, […]

Green Heart

GREEN HEART Why do we try to pretend we want anything but to be adored? A professor I loved confessed he started writing poems to get women, like wearing a tattoo revealing […]