fall 2015 / Poetry 2015 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

Who’d do a thing like that?—Lowell Jaeger

She’s wanting me to know how her twin stepsons, after losing a Little League double-header, took baseball bats and busted all the reflectors in every grain truck parked in the lot along the tracks near the Farm Supply at the edge of town. Who’d do a thing like that?   I’m waiting for a burger, … Continue reading

Poetry 2015 / Volume 46

We were playing shuffleboard at the Last Chance Saloon when a fight broke out on the tile-chipped dance floor — Brian Collier

to the tune of the guttural rumblings of “Skynrd’s Innyrds,” fists craving communion with jaw, neck, mouths broke in slurred epitaphs of human decency. And then there was you: indecipherably dancing amidst the cacophony of spit and beer, light years away from the fray but maybe feasting on all of it, creature of the wheel … Continue reading