Poetry

“Sixteen Dollars,” by Lindsay Brown

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Sixteen dollars; the amount of money I spent on shampoo and conditioner last week. It was that charcoal kind that’s meant for damaged hair.



Two Poems by Norman Minnick

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

She pushes the little lever forward and moves forward.
She pushes the little lever to the left and turns left.



“Reading Advice on Writing from Ernest Hemingway,” by David W. Landrum

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

You like his advice because
he was tough—a hunter, deep-sea fisher,
one who had seen war, and not
some namby-pamby academic
who sat behind a desk
all his days and only imagined
what killing, sex, and getting
drunk were like.



“The Ten-Foot Pole Store,” by Jim George

Aug 20th, 2019 | By

Ten-Foot Poles
Now on sale!
Stop on down
To 10th & Dale.



Two Poems by Lou Faber

Aug 20th, 2019 | By

Each year
in Pamplona
the bulls begin
their slow descent
down the narrow streets
gaining speed