Paul Handley's hit a roadblock

RoadblockCortisone reduces my bruised ego,when spiked with a scathing aside to my protégé. My eldest girl is in hireling bliss,his shirt done up with bolo affectation.The dark ages descent is hastened by the lack of standards.  Wrist curls in the...

Two new poems by Leah Armstead

NOT HERSELF TODAYPixellated, like an analog TVnot set up right for digital,she wonders at what pointshe stepped into her body,became part of the show.There was a beginning,but when Was it years ago,was it now? Like a miser she countsall the memories she can,memories...