fall 2015 / Poetry 2015 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

Young Father—Lowell Jaeger

jerks his boy’s arm, nearly lifts him off his feet, drags him out the restaurant door   into the parking lot, where the kid gets three open-handed swats on his tender backside.   Now the father squats eye-level with his son’s tears, brushes his son’s hair back and hugs him.   But I’m making this … 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