By Phibby Venable An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fifteen – year old Katie, who couldn’t take her eyes off the golden wings and slim figure. “Mama, don’t you…
by Stuart Gunter Written on the back of an old grocery list. Between Muriel Spark’s “The Goose” and Kestenbaum’s Subaru. Between being somewhere and going places. Now here: a poem within a poem, like a rose petal pressed in a Bible as a keepsake for a future art project using…