Love sonnet for the harlequin trinity
For three we pass by in our inner-city. The man with sleigh bells and teddy bears tied to the top of his walking staff, his striding dance and crimson coat flar...
Category: Poetics
Impulse toward spirit
Oh do not ask me who I am, for I would forget. What I dare not remember, Running from my memory with tired legs, With His mercy like an unclaimed mongrel, Follo...
To a woman I know
It was gone. And all she could do was brood over the space where the tree once stood. It was a weeping mulberry, her morus alba. Silly really; how could she thi...
if one petal falls
if one petal falls an afternoon of art, poetry and music featuring the launch of a new chapbook by kelly shepherd and sunhyung kwon with laurie mac...