Tim Suermondt/Poetry

  RAY   It’s absurd to say we’ll live forever but just as absurd to say we won’t— the angels sitting on the treetops have a purpose, whether they be real or not. The Irish bar has been closed down but if a man or woman were to look inside they’d see us both...

Gina Larkin/Poetry

    AT THE SALON     Magazine pages filled with products to volumize, customize, hydrolosize, defrizz. Almost as any pages as are devoted to organizing the closet that stores the bottles and pumps and tubes of promise. The stylist runs her fingers...

Jeannine Hall Gailey/Poetry

 —————————- 5 Poems by Jeannine Hall Gailey   Oak Ridge is a Mystery It cannot be penetrated because of the dark leaves of the oaks and maples, standing so close you can hear them whisper, “Keep out.” The...