Category Archives: Poetry

Hellborn

by Phil Lane Hellborn, and like a Sioux, every sunrise is a vice to contend with, a white man’s worst enemies—alcohol, tobacco, tents where no thieves can break in, coyote…

The Roman Bridge on the Vidourle

for Chuck Svitavsky The Mediterranean sun has bleached the face of this ancient bridge, making of stones the weavings of a blank tapestry. Where are the gods whose statues blessed…

Hell Gate Bridge

I Never has that humped-back rail piker known a pedestrian or biker. No DUIs scraped along its side Or stopped to vomit or suicide. No poets have writ encomiums; No…