Tanka By Anna Cates

By Anna Cates our tattered flag sinksthe flagpole melts intoa molten puddle . . .Red October—let’s hopewe don’t live to…

Toil & Trouble

By Anna Cates we can’t blame iton witchcraft . . .in a single bubble rainbow colorsbloat and belchputrid portents on…

Dining Out . . . 

By: Anna Cates, Wilmington, Ohioand Steve Van Allen, Cincinnati, Ohio even on gray daysthe sun fights to silver sheenbeyond cloud cover…

Day Three in Siem Reap

By: Anna Cates, Wilmington, Ohioand Steve Van Allen, Cincinnati, Ohio A kilometer from Ankor Wat, at Ta Prohm, a Mahayana…

MAID*

By Anna CatesWilmington, Ohio, USA . . . and she wilts like wet paper,her watercolor life bleeding pink across unfinished…

Insurance?

By Steve Van Allen - Cincinnati, Ohio, USA, EarthAnna Cates - Wilmington, Ohio, USA Sugar-Pie is third in line at…

Plastic Apocalypse

By Anna CatesWilmington, Ohio, USA “Doomsday is quite within our reach, if we will only stretch for it.”—Loudon Wainwright III…

Ode to the Dragon Rider

By Anna CatesWilmington, Ohio, USA I have panted for green placesstanding before statues:admirable men to questionable menmortals on horses, Confederate…

To Each Their Own

By Anna CatesWilmington, Ohio, USA version of justiceimage of godprayers at duskon either side of invisible linesshifting left or rightat…