Silver Lake Near the high-end furnishings store next to the building where the ethnic market stood before the robbery thirty-five years...

This issue of The Broadkill Review features new work from Mid-Atlantic powerhouse David Poyer, which may at first seem counter intuitive....

AUNT CALLS WANDAWOOWOO AN AIRHEAD I am an airhead--my head is full of air the way a prairie is. Clouds rise in me. Still, Aunt Rita, a...

When I Am an Envelope, White #10 I will keep a space. A flat pocket my gift to give, obvious and secret. Consider the seashell with a...

Aphrodesia if you say it fast is sounds like you’re partitioning a small former African colony. Half Rhodesia Which half do you fancy?...

Bee, Still The clover carries the memory of the ancient bee sting the flower floats the imagery of the assailant barely seen that...

Fury The canvas is a fury of discipline, a pentimenti of empty space where indiscernible images lie beneath. That change of mind leads...

During graduate school, we lived in this run down post-Victorian that the previous renters, a bunch of hippies, had gotten permission...

During the Art League’s plein air paint out on the boardwalk, Lyn saw Michael whose portrait she had painted the previous summer walking...

In the end, only you We have loved so long and usually well in lives that bump and collide head on at times; at others glide on polished...

Grandma Jenny’s China Stacked on a shelf in the pantry of my mother’s kitchen, a bouquet first refused by her two sisters, then three...

Sweetgum I roll a spiny sweetgum ball between my fingers, growing used to the dulled pricks, as I sit, cross-legged, on a concrete...

AUBADE I awoke just past dawn, pillow-headed, the lamp still burning from last night’s read, my neck a rusty hinge. Then I remembered my...

Io in Modern Dress (About Lucien Freud’s “Girl with a Leaf”) The spiked leaf pierces my eye. I was the one who saw, the one who couldn’t...

LACEY Lacey completed five self-portraits and one landscape Now she rested surrounded by the five self-portraits and one landscape She...

Walnut A belittled brownish brain Hardened within spiky skin Keeps all the cloud-like secrets of The passing season, cursively In each of...

Cast of characters: Lisa: Early 30's, female, African American, dressed in a pair of jeans, an Indian tunic top, sandals and big Bohemian...

Destiny of the Modern-Day Gladiola I kneel in my garden. Once boasting upright, tight-fisted buds, now a carpet of leaning green stalks...

The envelope was sandwiched between a November 1968 Good Housekeeping magazine and the latest edition of Arizona Highways. I nearly...

You’re Not Dead Til I Say You’re Dead By Joyce Victor, PhD, RN Northampton House Press 2018 Joyce Victor weaves her professional...