For Breakfast, a Sea Bream Pieces of the red sea bream I carried in my belly across A Tuesday gray…
The Carob Will Come Around It doesn’t matter if you send less carob into the sky, how many parts per…
Artist, poet, and freelance writer, J. I. Kleinberg is a Pushcart nominee and winner of the 2016 Ken Warfel Fellowship. Her found…
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…