Arm the Poets by Keith Burton

[tabby title="Poem"] You don’t want to faceUs army of authors withInky phalanges and hearts thatPump too much. You don’t want to beReminded that each skeletonHouses love and innocence andFragility. You don’t want to hearThe simple truth that we’re moreAlike than...

Wine and time by Keith Burton

[tabby title="Poem"] Of course, I recall the decanted pour,the skewering aromas, the sanguinetinge. I miss it in ways, like alleyways ona hand-drawn map of a hometown thatyou can’t return. Please don’t make a thing of it, mydeclining of promising vintage,...