My Brother It was bruise marks of hands that alluded to tracks of murder. Her neck was twisted too many…
Delores Pollard, a native of Montana, says she is attempting to tame the wildness of her art. She had her…
Courtesy of the Oregon Cultural Trust 2016 In an excerpt from the Oregon Encyclopedia, Janice Gould writes: Eilizabeth Woody was named…
It was bruise marks of hands that alluded to tracks of murder.Her neck was twisted too many times in short…
Samuel Green’s poem, Grandmother, Cleaning Rabbits, inspired a certain elemental gravity from a handful of our contributors: Tim Barnes with…
Unworkshopable Write a poem about a town [person] that haunts you but instead of his or her name identify the…
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The Poet Shops For A Used Sportscar "Not red," I tell the salesman. "Not black." He hesitates, mumbles. My best…
Alice Martin-Kunkle was one of several potters who gathered to load, cut wood, and then stoke the anagama kiln in…