Carolyn KizerBy David Rigsbee
Readers will be pleased at the sheer size of Kizers Cool, Calm, and Collected Poems. After all, we are accustomed to equate care with parsimony. At 400 pages, it will appear that parsimony was not her vice, while care has ever been a virtue.
Pencil Sketch of Self & OtherBy Jane Cooper
When you kissed me it was as if some one had just stepped lightly out of the room.
Love Poem No. 9By Maria McLeod
I have stolen the heart out of your chest. It beat on my bed for days, where I let it run itself out. It wasnt red, but brown, turning deeper so as it lay and rot.
February GhazalsBy Sally Fisher
Shoving my shoulder against a door that says PULL; on my way out Ill remember to try pulling.
MendacityBy John Merchant
Truth was borne, in chaos agonized. Its cries assaulted the unsupervised.