[tabby title="Poem"] One wordtoo many syllables, perhaps just thelong stretches of timebetween you opening your mouthand me catching the words in mysweaty palm–a butterfly squeezedinto my tight fist,a butterflyI have waited to capturenow smother,now kill. The longing.How mediocre of me...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] slightly warpedbut not in my favorDad's ping pong table [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Robert Epstein, a psychotherapist who lives and worksin the San Francisco Bay Area, is a published haiku poetand anthologist. His most recent book of haik...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] To my dad who left us, my mom’s handswere honeycombed with awkward pleats,But to me, her handscure the knot in my stomach,soak the tears I can’t hold back,and prepare my favorite açaí smoothie bowl. To my dad...