Aristotle's Lantern Coughing, egging on a sneeze my hand yanks the handle of the upright vacuum cleaner. Back and forth.…
Cat Dreams II “The lyre of Orpheus opens the door to the underworld.” A. E. Hoffman, composer A yin/yang…
My Ex, the Surgeon He pried the heart from an artichoke, sliced the softest part thin. Trimmed rinds and stems,…
Lorelle Otis is a painter-illustrator-writer-graphic designer. The three poems in this issue of Willawaw (including front and back pages) are…
Strange Country I’m in a strange country, less than half a mile from home. I never saw this fence, these…
Sue Parman is Professor Emeritus of Anthropology and an award-winning poet, artist, and writer. For more information, see www.sueparman.com Artist's…
Rooms for Tourists, 1945 --after Edward Hopper Would you want to rent in this strangely lit house looming out of Cape…
The Beggarmaid Speaks You'd already given her Knaves and Queens, talking hares and smoking caterpillars. Certainly you could have saved…
Hijra Clap clap clap just two claps the unsexed figure preying the Indian Railways passengers demanding money with a hoarse…