A poem about not being empty.
A long, sexually explicit poem which is anything but explicit, written by a male poet whose female narrator is anything but sexual.
About theatre. Sort of. It’s a good one.
His Daughter, Again and In the Forest by Erika Moya from the Spring 2010 issue of The 2River View
Two very different poems at first glance. Take a second one if you have the time.
Written by a “currency trader living in Los Angeles.” I know that’s the wrong way to introduce you to him but I can’t help myself.