Author: Every Writer

This is about me

Kepler’s Secret by Benjamin Schneider

Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust,
stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.

so pigeons keep coming to this narrow chimney-like space. i hate opening the windows as i am afraid

Tomorrow’s fear is but
yesterday’s panic

early June
early in the marriage
early morning

Eastman by Amanda Iacampo “Boy,” she said, “Pick a Christian name,” I stared blankly back at her, And my

Frequencies compete
Bouncing in and out
Speaking over each other

i would like
you
to see through the mist
on a rainy evening

I forgot how jealousy
looked on you –

A landscape enormous and wide
opens with great remembering:

If I could speak in any language
it would be the one winter flirts with
before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.