A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Grace… by Daniel Beaudoin
Grace Lifeless it lies Dry. Shriveled. He rushes, down from the bed to escape the scene; the clammy folds of her salty warmth. Naked he shifts on the cold planks, and through the frosted…
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PENHEAD PRESS CHALLENGE: #1 Two Lines + 111 Words – by Jennifer Roush
The Jazz Trumpeteer Cheeks of pink, eyes of blue I loved the jazz trumpeteer. A gentleman; always in tune. Never drained spit on a peer. Takes my hand, asks, “hey Jen! Go out with…
A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Wake… by Greg Brisendine
Wake In the room, gray hairs dominate by a factor of 10. There is cheese dip with carrots, no crackers. Flash flood laughter bursts across the conversation hum. There are somber bottles of lite…