I hope that some Iowans read this because I want them to know it. I hate Iowa
it’s coming along. i’m getting back to all the submissions these days. Collecting for volume 4 now. Been in the desert for 40 days can’t wait to go home (but not before I put these lit mags in all the used book stores from Pheonix back to Detroit)
This haiku by Robert Hunter describes the enormous silence of the late fall.
This poem, by Robert Hunter, describes the attempt to describe a beautiful landscape, which degenerates into merely imagining oneself as the landscape.
I should have remained illiterate! Now that it is too late, however, I will flood my brain with poetry. Here are a few covers. I have fallen behind with everything
This sorrowful, late-autumnal poem, by Valentine, is in a traditional sonnet form, something most of us have forgotten about completely. It describes the cold, and the lack of one’s beloved.