Repair for Claire Millikin Raymond A hole in the red cashmere stretches, more fray, the strands’ surrender. One flaw in the entire...

Maine heres what its like you wait all day for ringo & eric to show up with their beater truck to plow you out so you can go get that...

Let us give thanks to Bill Schulz. I met Bill some years ago, where else, but at a poetry reading. By then Hole in the Head   Review  had...

Half-Haunted Old Pima came down with the wandering sickness. It edged in when he was digging for water out back. Took over, settled into...

Winter Horses   In snow’s under-speech of lucid shadows, horses spook in the field behind a motel   owned by emigrants who fear for their...

Fragment I was always asking something, asking over and over, never listening to the answer, as if the question was mine, the answer more...

Late Rothko, Gray Over Black for Mark Zimmerman Low December sun paints the trees, the fields, with brilliance, for hours, bare branch,...

Lessons Learned from  The Voyage Out Humans have their own pits if you eat them; some smaller some stone. Boredom is no protection from...