Poem by Donnie Welch
A Martian Visits the MFA Boston- After Humanity Degas’ Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer still stands. Her shoulders, caked in layers of dust, molded as though they were made to quiver, but [...]
Jagged Thoughts #10: Anthem
I am a unique individual Indivisible With principals, A fistful to teach you That as poets WE are not for sale. I am a lyricist Spiritualist Running through The woods as [...]
When Artists Go Bad by John Kotula
While passing through The Albuquerque airport I saw Caravaggio in chains; Thick ones on his wrists, Thin ones that tinkled Around his ankles Hobbling his stride. He was being transported By [...]