Featured Poet Peter Bethanis (4 December 2012)

    In autumn, the men hang deer Upside down from the barn rafters. Run their knives the...

        In the summer of 1972 We took a vacation to Florida. My father...

            This poem has risen up from a modern world Of ugly...

Oh long flattened eel Down my belly, Before you I was nothing. You are the one glistening art. You...

    When the moons of their foreheads Go dark, when their chugging wheels Hiss to a...