Drunkenness by Aaron Baker After the barlight soft on sweaty faces, After the Bloody Mary, After the Zinfandel, After the…
Me and Martha do the Super Duper by Denise Craft One day at the all night fluorescent grocery, as I…
Screech by Dane Cobain The screech of rubber and he hit him like a bad boxer, broken bumper and three-starred…
LOOK AT MY HAND by Randall Nicholas a forest of black and blonde hairs, ridges of wrinkles, ranges of veins,…
Koi Pond, Oakland Museum by Susan Kolodny Our shadows bring them from the shadows: a yolk-yellow one with a navy…
Christmas Mail by Ted Kooser Cards in each mailbox, angel, manger, star and lamb, as the rural carrier, driving the…
A Christmas Poem by Charles Potts The Roman Emperor Constantine made Christianity the official religion. He was looking for a…
Moment by Carol Gloor At the moment of my mother’s death I am rinsing frozen chicken. No vision, no rending…
Paul Foreman, a native of Granbury, Texas, and a graduate of the University of California at Berkeley, began his literary…
Nest by Jeff Harrison It wasn’t until we got the Christmas tree into the house and up on the stand…