RAPOETICS REPRINT: Wind Sails by B.Z. Niditch
Wind Sails Off Gloucester with the wind sails burning up the coast that tomorrow’s red sun disappears at first light, my brow beaten into a Melville frenzy spotting a Big White of flesh that…
Category Archives: Poetry
Resident Artist: Carrie Albert No. 8
Swimming —— At Twelve Ribbons of leaves provide shade out back where my grandmother likes to rest on a chaise lounge. I comb her whisper white hair without hairspray anymore, without the curls…
RAPOETICS REPRINT: To Fire by Dennis Caswell
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…