Oct 12, 2019Alana Saltz: Such Small Furniture & Other PoemsSuch Small Furniture And it hurt, my fury made of splinters She never tries. dynamite ready to explode our dollhouse the little...
Oct 8, 2019Alana Saltz: Soon the Snow Would Fly & Other PoemsSoon the Snow Would Fly cold bones hurt A little shadow in a dark hothouse the mouse on the collar of my nightgown gone to sleep The sun...
Jun 26, 2019Poetry: "How We Sat Under An Empty Bowl Of The Sky The Pilgrims On Water St"The same thing we do to a cigarette we do to memories as well: Throughout the night we let it burn, Then flatten it under our shoes...
Mar 24, 2019Poetry: River WaltzRiver Waltz The river stayed happy when the others were splattered with the blood of a face splayed out on an Oxford street. The river...