. . . she dances in the lonely desert of a man’s dry heart.
Month: February 2022
Abuse by John Holland
She trembles inside the silence of flesh vaults.
Any Town by John Holland
… tanned legs so beautiful they make your heart ache.
By Any Other Name, by Richard Spilman
My love is like a red, red begonia. Doesn’t work.
In This Season, by Richard Spilman
The snake splits open, unpeeling its old self against an exposed root.
Song of Spring, by Allan Harbour
Allan Harbour is a West Virginia artist who paints in oils. This painting was done for Jennie, his wife.
The Black-and-White Photography of Edward Weston, by Richard Spilman
Here is what color cannot do,
unmask the homeliest form.
Anniversary, by Richard Spilman
Our love . . . an age freckled map.
Imperative, by Richard Spilman
Stand still as the falcon passes close behind . . .
Leeks, by Richard Spilman
. . . spring bullied us into wakefulness.
Joan Spilman 