November 19, 2019

As Mrs. Burns is slouching in her urn
I suppo...

November 9, 2019

Windblown, rain-born, mothers with children,
...

October 17, 2019

I. Single

The futon’s fabric was bare; the stu...

October 17, 2019

After dinner, the adults chat.
I don’t know w...

October 17, 2019

Thick rainbow chard and yellow corn;
We run p...

October 16, 2019

every night
we become
master burpers, sooth s...

October 11, 2018

Every year, hundreds of presses nominate poem...

March 10, 2018

Paul David Adkins writes poetry, he says, “pa...

March 5, 2018

First published in Issue 9 (Fall 2002) of Anc...