You Don’t Have to Suffer By Craig Nielson You don’t have to suffer like the hungry finches who arrive like Penitentes when the irises first glean themselves into cerulean skies. You don’t have to save the drowning in Bangladesh or stop the soybean plantations from creeping over the volcanic hills. You don’t even have to …
Lolling By Lawton Eddy The whole routine of rise and shine Has me wondering on habits and patterns And locked-in ways Wondering If I must live in a different world to undo it all… this Ferris wheel of expectations Or – could I simply step off Do nothing in the ordinary way Start a salon …
Illusion By Laurie James Illusion wears a fur coat but pulls the wool over my eyes Her stale breath reeks of coffee and bad teeth You can hear those old songs in the back of her throat I ride her piggyback over the pins and needles of the great plateau to where she sleeps on …
Trespass By Lynda LaRocca He was here, eyes reflected in the midnight kitchen window. But those are my eyes, his eyes that he gave to me, that blinked and I was born. On a peg in the hallway for 20 years, I hang his sweater, heavy with dust. The photographs I burned, but I still …
by Eduardo Rey Brummel Back in 2003, when Craig Nielson was hosting monthly “P3” (Poetry Prose Performance) evenings at the former Bongo Billy’s Café in Salida, he would occasionally witness ensemble performances, which he had also seen during a local poetry festival named Sparrows. Liking the idea of working with other poets, he conceived of …