Regrets

Regrets

  So many of my adult friends have filed complaints against their fathers,   thick dossiers residing inside heavy metal cabinets marked D for disappointment—   the alcohol, the silences, the parsimony of soul— embodiments of the distances and distress,   the crippled...
Dracula In Crisis

Dracula In Crisis

            He recognizes his arrogant bravado is purely a self-defense mechanism; he’s been spending way too much time alone. Even those obnoxious Jehovah Witnesses haven’t knocked on his castle door in decades. The ancient coins bulging his pockets won’t work in any...
Hopper’s People: Gas

Hopper’s People: Gas

  So many dusks have piled up here, identical blurs, collected like discarded cans of used motor oil. This is a landscape where you might expect something startling to occur at civilization’s last outpost before the frontier— a spaceship to appear overhead, a blonde...
Why Write? #7:  Tony Magistrale

Why Write? #7: Tony Magistrale

A poet of place and love, Tony Magistrale‘s poems have large arms in which to envelope his readers. The force of this love is sometimes poignant sometimes painful, but always just right. A poet with backbone and a real heart, now that’s nice.   Why Write?...