Poem for a Daughter

Doin' da Dino in da desert.

I can't beat up every boy
who dares to break your heart
and I can't fight your battles either
But I can be in your corner
when you come out swinging
and I can be the arms that hug you
to let the pain drift away

On the Road: Craig Rusert and A Blues Song You May Know

Brothers hit the road and discover America in 2020.

Once upon a time in a land far way,
Our spaceship broke down and we couldn’t fly away.

With help from our friends and an Elote or two,
We began our journey and bid Raleigh adieu.

A historic time we knew it was,
Two brothers, two friends, traveling because…

An Homage to the Arts by Russell Rosander

Your brain under the influence of art.

I bow to the improbability of Music.
I bow to the impossibility of Art.
I bow to the incongruity of Poetry.

The Bedtime Blues of Linda Haffey

A poem from Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre.

The quilt is as tattered
as our lives
that I have tried to piece together
you must believe that I have tried
to give you what I never knew
a home that shelters love

The Flowering Past of Malcolm Lowry

Under thunderous trams.

There is no poetry when you live there.
Those stones are yours, those noises are your mind,
The forging thunderous trams and streets that bind
You to the dreamed-of bar where sits despair
Are trams and streets: poetry is otherwhere.

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — Alexander’s Seizure

Our penultimate look inside "The Chapbook."

It is an aloneness,
this malady.
It hurled me
from Bucephalus yesterday.
I fell
—as I lay and
shook upon the fields—
into the sea.

Alone with Georges Rodenbach on his Birthday

The final resting place of Belgian poet Georges Rodenbach.

To live as in exile, to live seeing no-one
in the vast desert of a town that is dying,
where one hears nothing but the vague murmur
of an organ sobbing, or the belfry tolling.

Jeanne McGee Takes Us Through a Summer Storm

"Ominous the clouds overhead trying to compete..."

The thunder in your voice precocious in the dawn
Mighty tower of white crashing down a frothy song
As sand shook beneath my shore planted feet
The rushing wave covered the beach like a sheet