PoetryInstanbul in JulyBy Martin Bemberg There had been no rain that at first fell frozen when it did, At least this Fall, but wet from Bar I fell in home and slee...byKody FordJul 8, 2012
PoetryImage and AfterimageBy Jennifer Jabaily-Blackburn We met between cars on the Great Western line, Paddington to Penzance, smoking out the window. He was wiry &a...byKody FordJul 8, 2012
PoetryThe Winds By Marty Shutter What is it with the winds how internally they scurry us about ripping not yet dead leaves from trees throwing them to the ...byKody FordJul 8, 2012
PoetryThe Hemingways LeftBy Marty Shutter the hemmingways of the northside of chicago remain still ride their bikes leaving in their wakes destruction weaker women t...byKody FordJul 8, 2012
PoetryWhyBy Marty Shutter The dust and rocks and asteroids meteors and cosmic rays showering ours and every earth every day must bring with them some...byKody FordJul 8, 2012