By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…
by Dixon Hearne I’m serving kibble and greens to stick people who do lunch here to be seen. They hide behind designer sunglasses to make absolutely sure they’re noticed by paparazzi and tacky fans that point and lunge and squeal. Last week, I deliberately tossed a salad all over Table…
Winter Pastoral By Mark Nenadov Frost gathers on the roof, which serves as a launching pad for chimney smoke. Rising to the stars, while passing cars waddle to the beat. The midnight air haunts the city street and tourists coddle cold pub fare. ———————————————————————————————————————– Cayo Largo del Sur Your…