By John T. Walsh Jr. The Pickle Jar There was a jar without a label on a mantle on the wall Care was always taken to insure it didn’t fall…. Gramp said it held treasures that I couldn’t see at all That night he pulled the sofa out with a night-light in the hall “Lie … Continue reading The Pickle Jar and Other Poems
The Note
By Max Casey-Bolanos There was this feeling that was running through my body that I couldn’t explain. I had been having dream this weird dream about losing my keys. I would search for them for hours, and when I finally found them this lady would show up and say to me, “Nothing is ever … Continue reading The Note
