Recent Comments
- The Hills Are Alive at Fried Chicken and Coffee | Anna Lea Jancewicz on The Hills are Alive, essay by Anna Lea Jancewicz
- David Ratcliffe on Two Poems by Teisha Dawn Twomey
- fjsharp on A Wave of the Burger, by Dale Wisely
- Michelle Lyle on Two Poems, by Larry Thacker
- Barrett Warner on And Rapture, fiction by Sheldon Lee Compton
Tag Archives: ron cooper
Apollo 11, poem by Ron Cooper
Dishes washed and dried, Kitchen floor swept three times, Countertops polished five, Mother rearranges silverware, dusts cabinets. Father gets another cup of coffee. “Go on to bed, Martha. If Gabriel toots, it’ll wake you.” But she refolds the dishrag, Looks out the window, up. A … Continue reading