The October Country

The October Country

“October Country . . . that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars,...
Poem: New Year

Poem: New Year

Rosh Hashanah – Sept 18 thru Sept 20 2020 new year. Ned Hayes   Rosh Hashanah comes this year on a day of cool wind, a breathtaking portent of winter taking the world, rude lover tossing the sheets away. in autumn the sadness of all things is greatest for...
KING DONALD: a comedy?

KING DONALD: a comedy?

“This low-rent Lear raging on his Twitter-heath has proven that the phrase malignant buffoon is not an oxymoron.” — George F. Will, The Washington Post The perfectly satirical story of our age, King Donald is the shockingly prescient story of our time, a...
Poem: Darkness

Poem: Darkness

Andrew Grace Placing your foot in a bucket of darkness, three miles to home: ostrich farm, oat field pimpled with buttonweed, Rayleigh Scattering dissolved by mist above. Two hours you spent rivering a womb-humid artery for floodwater to pass through & now passage...