The Flower FestivalWhen everything is gathered in as for an arkor the Last Day, I hope there’ll be a place likethis: where cultivars lean against wild flowersand Sweet William is arranged among...

Snails are death’s pale eccentrics, the poets of disgust, theybring their great sadness to the shelves, to the world.They are the lethargy every husband chews on in his sleep, biting his...

Our StonesOur stones are never at rest.They’ve no permission to bask in light,to gather heat, and nurture photons.They are displaced by the commuters’ feet.Stillness is alien, an impossibility.The...

Free VerseEverything I do is "free" verseEven if it rimesBecause for every poemOr song I’ve writtenI haven’t been paid a dime*Denny E. Marshall lives in the Midwest and has had art & poetry...

Girl in the HallLet’s call her Hetty,  this girl who isn’t me,this thin white one,this bare-knuckled beautywho lives in the wallpaper,thin as wallpaper,this bruise-eyed darling, this one I’m...

The Music of Default1. I guess, if you collect someof those strings and hold themin one hand, it can tendto look like a bouquet,said the sleb.The city does something to your brain:both the amygdala...

Grain of SandI grew out of a grain of sand.My legs were small, but Icould walk great distancesbecause my stamina wasincredible. My heart wastoo big for my body.  It made melean like a thin tree...

Skin This started out taut as some notes upon skinbut my skin’s too thinand let’s other things in.It’s a form of osmosisnew words just soak inso the poem I finishwon’t be the one I...

Casanova & The Madonna              Three...

Church Shop The single outfit in the window suggests a couture boutique, hidden from the common shopper in this secluded lane.But drawing opposite,mother of the bride hat dissolvesinto the Norman...