Poem by Mel Waldman
Artwork by Ira Joel Haber.
Poem by Mel Waldman
Photography by Allison Goldin.
Poem by Mel Waldman
Dancing With a Mustang in Inner Space The soul-shattering news alert bit me in the face, cut me up, opened old wounds, and rushed into my bloodstream. I heard the [...]
Poem by Mel Waldman
If If the leaves stop flowing in the fall, and the only color sprawled across the earth is absence, the light that does not cover the sundry objects of mourning, or [...]
Poem by Mel Waldman
Why do I sit with the corpse in the Garden of Nowhere Why do I sit with the corpse in the Garden of Nowhere? Why am I here? Will the [...]
Poem by Mel Waldman
Mr. Apocalypse Mr. Apocalypse is coming tonight, for it’s time to feed the earth again and after, shoot the spirits to their celestial abode. The end of the world arrived [...]