Crosscut
by Tim Lydon

  I am cutting firewood near my home in northwest Montana when my old chainsaw, plagued by various ailments, finally sputters and dies. In suddenly quiet woods, I inhale its last cough of hydrocarbons and... Read More...

Four Poems
by Jennifer K. Sweeney

 Click button above to play audio for this poem, or click here to download the poem in .mp3 format.Vigil              San Bernardino, CA, December 2, 2015  After the shooting,after the helicopters-for-days... Read More...