Paul Strohm is a free lance journalist working in Houston, Texas. His poems have appeared in the Berkeley Poets Cooperative, Green’s Magazine, WIND, Deep Water Literary Journal and other literary journals.
Author: Every Writer
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Sign of the adverb by Michael D. Brown
Award winning poet, Author of 18 books, including 7 volumes of poetry, recipient of the New York State Senator’s award for poetry, Michael D. Brown currently teaches English
He Sits by Sy Roth
He Sits by Sy Roth He sits in his garage, Dressed in black jogging pants, Black nylon jacket striped in white along the sleeves matches. The pants bottoms pulled up to his calves show White support hose Makes his ankles look like sausages. He sits side saddle on his plastic chair Ragged-thin flowery cushion…
Stranger into Friend by Ivan Jenson
Ivan Jenson’s Absolut Jenson painting was featured in Art News, Art in America, and Interview magazine. His art has sold at Christie’s, New York. His poems have appeared in Word Riot
Monday by Doug Draime
Monday by Doug Draime I take off my boots and place them on the floor in front of me. My feet burn and sting and my back is in a vase of torment. It’s now 8:30 PM and I’ve been up since 6 AM working two different manual laboring jobs, which barely keep me in the…
New York Haiku by Ken Gaertner
Ken Gaertner has published poetry in numerous magazines and have eight plays produced in NYC and
elsewhere.
He wore shoes a size too small by Doug Holder
He wore shoes a size too small by Doug Holder They always told him “Contain yourself.” And what surged through him stopped at his feet. The blood bursting through the crooked tributaries of his toes the contours of each foot’s arching vein. It splashed against the leathery walls, the black shoelaces curved like a hunchback’s…
The Writing of People Who Haven’t Died by Bee Walsh
The Writing of People Who Haven’t Died by Bee Walsh You were at the bottom of my first coffee today. Like yesterday, when you were under the last towel that I pulled up from the basket. At the ends of things, you are. Before you were gone, the curtains moved. They put all the familiar…
This Knife I Give You by Joseph J. Nagarya
This Knife I Give You by Joseph J. Nagarya In Zen, all that’s left to you is to laugh. In this life, all that’s left to do is kindness. This knife I give you is to cut the meanness out of our hearts. In this life, all that’s left to do is kindness. ### Joseph…
Day Eighty-Four by Sara Ansary
there was a frequency in the air that sizzled the way telephone wires do
when i picked up the electric buzz your body generated next to mine.