Three Prose Poems by Theresa Wyatt
The name of the bloodletting capture was The Battle of Raisin River – an immense chapter of fire, a fierce British counterattack that left no truce – only flaming houses, hundreds massacred, captured or maimed.
The Window by Alec Prevett
I am revising the catalog when the bird meets the glass of my living room window.
Three Prose Poems by Louella Lester
Everything stopped—cop’s car/citizen’s car/loud music playing through a cracked window/the joint flicked into a strip of muddy water along the curb.
Two Prose Poems by Lorette C. Luzajic
“I saw the angel in the marble, and carved, until I set him free.”
Two Prose Poems by Jeff Friedman
“You don’t sing much, do you, son?” my father asks, sitting in his chair in the living room.