poem

why print books he saidwho needs books these dayseverything's on the webwell i wouldn't know i saidi still enjoy turning pagesin a chair by the firestill…

by Kristy BixlerTen minutes from my house in any direction I can climb a mountain, or catch a fish, play a round of folf, or cross country ski. I live in…

For the teenager certain she is ugly, it's shiftsof sideways if she talks to you. Wordsdrop out of her mouth. She tries to get behind herselfand squeeze…

If I have any romantic notions left,please let me abandon them hereon the dashboard of your Subarubeside this container of gas stationpotato salad and…

A loose translation, not yet quite a gallop, more than a walk: to beliteral is to be a little jerky, rider and horse not unified into thatsmooth flight of…

Often, as mother bent her slender backto the fields, or pulled the bloody slipof a lamb into the world,I wandered the house,studying motes of dust brought…