Philip Miller


To hold my son is to hold my father,
the clasp a chance to grieve again. 


John Leonard


No one hears a beetle braving the distance

between two fading initials. All they hear is a bird

they can’t describe.


Volume XLIV

Artwork by Julie Hamilton

"Alchemical Poetry" - Dreama J. Kattenbraker, mixed media on canvas, 36" x 60"