Sweeping Out the Stables
Lunette imagined the sound of the metal spade swooshing down. She imagined their wails and it made her smile, made her hand hurt less.
Commentary: Real Characters
We are in the thick of February. For those of you who also have full-spectrum lamps and take Vitamin D supplements, you know exactly what I mean.
Commentary: Screaming in the Middle of the Woods
I think my day job in the corporate world is ripe fodder for some neat poetry. “Poetry for Business,” I call it, or perhaps the pithier “Business Poetry,” which sounds like an English elective they’d offer to Business Administration undergrads at a middle-tier East Coast liberal arts college, or maybe Bentley. Or Babson.
