Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Hard Landing A scattering of force lapping up voices from street corners, subway cars, seagull songs, using them as your own. The flowerheads drop, dried in a jar. You abandoned me, once my shell had cracked and my doom became Continue reading Hard Landing by Allison Grayhurst
Hard Landing by Rick Smith (2010) “Rick Smith’s spare yet dense poetry is reminiscent of Basho, the Japanese haiku master, and displays much of the same restraint and discipline.”– Mark Terrill “The wren lends itself to ethical and etymological inquiry, Continue reading rick smith | hard landing | lummox press