-
At Twelve O’clock, Longing for Eleven Fifty-Nine
The Negroni sunset off his bald pate says it all, says diabetes will get me in shape for prostate surgery
-
Snowfield with Blue Fences
When the morning alarm frazzles the peace, best not to think, just rise into coffee to the desk carrying your brain akimbo
-
Review of “Filtering Jameson Through My Liver” by Brian Builta
You needn’t read the entire poem, but you’ll like the hunger in the kitchen section
-
Flight Plan
Not sure which bird lifted first before the whole flock
Subscribe
Enter your email below to receive updates.
Brian Builta 