Jack Wiler A few times this summer I drove past the building, in the Jersey City Heights, where Jack and Johanna were living when he died. By habit I’d glance up at... Read More
Roadmaster truck creaking up from its netherworld,swaying past the fizzing lights of a diner,then sliding like a boxy snake into the unremembered night— Window glimpse of optimists on a couch,bending... Read More
there was    no twister    out her windowno gale spinning    a black cloud she mused    at the shingled pyramid    floating above... Read More
Mark the clouds as they settle in,as they fall asleep over the city.Mark that the city’s humdoes not rouse themand note that the gray escaping lightis bent by prisms made... Read More
David Keller  NIN ANDREWSThis book, The Bar of the Flattened Heart, is like a perfectly spiced wine with its mix of sorrow, magic, heartache, bitterness, and a dash of humor thrown... Read More
The Bar of the Flattened Heart Poems byDavid Keller A poet of everyday wonder, David Keller finds the kernels of larger truths in the small details of the ordinary. In... Read More
(William Matthews, 1942–1997)  “Ah, all the elves are at the toyshop,” he said,looking up as he approached the porch,meaning, I thought then, to refer to the othersas mischief-makers, revelers,... Read More