• Poetry

    Here’s Looking At You, Kid

    You can tell Gail, if she calls That I’m famous now for all of these rock and roll songs And even if that’s a lie  She shoulda given me a try When we were kids on the field of the first day of school I would’ve been her fool And I would’ve sang out your name in those old high school halls You tell that to Gail, if she calls And you can tell Jane, if she writes That I’m drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights And that’s total deceit  But she shoulda married me And tell her I spent every night of my youth…

  • Poetry

    Tigers

    by Eliza Griswold What are we now but voices who promise each other a life neither one can deliver not for lack of wanting but wanting won’t make it so We cling to a vine at the cliff’s edge. There are tigers above and below. Let us love one another and let go.