NOTHING LEFT TO SAY by George Freek
NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek
THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen)
A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches...
CERTAIN THINGS by Steven Lebow
CERTAIN THINGSby Steve Lebow
I.
Today is Tuesday.I have begun to think aboutcertain things.
Women, wearing tight skirts,pass me by. I make asidesthey...
