A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Goodbye… by Tim Cole
Goodbye As you tell me goodbye You turn to look away Is that what it’s all come down to? You say you can’t give it one more try There’s nothing left to say There’s…
Goodbye As you tell me goodbye You turn to look away Is that what it’s all come down to? You say you can’t give it one more try There’s nothing left to say There’s…
By The Sea —— A Sestina It’s winter, the five-year anniversary of our first date and we are alone together, in this hotel restaurant by the sea. We sit by both the window and…
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…