At The Asylum by William Wright Harris I wake up for poetry. My poetry has appeared in twelve countries in such publications as The Cannon’s Mouth, Poetry Salzburg Review, Ascent Aspirations, generations and Write…
Kleptomaniac Light drops from my side with a new girl screaming into the silent, rose-filled air. She loves my face and her father’s soft embrace. The baby is a kleptomaniac. She has stolen my…
To Fire O leaping catharsis of atomic libido, you have us. You sold yourself as a god who comes when he’s called, and now we lick the sludge off the bottoms of primeval vegetable…