January 5, 2018

“The past is never dead. It's not even past.” Faulkner’s oft quoted line is apt when picking up Grace Cavalieri’s selected works, Other Voices, Other Lives, culled by Rose Solari (a sharp writer in her own right) and the folks over at Alan Squire Publishing. Cavalieri’...

January 2, 2018

Silver Lake

Near the high-end furnishings store

next to the building where the ethnic market

stood before the robbery thirty-five years ago

and a brutal event changed the lives

of the older Asian couple who sold

the store and moved to the San Juan Islands,

there’s a coffee sh...

January 1, 2018

This issue of The Broadkill Review features new work from Mid-Atlantic powerhouse David Poyer, which may at first seem counter intuitive. What is a best selling Naval fiction writer doing in a small press literary magazine? The Broadkill Review is committed to writing...

January 1, 2018


I am an airhead--my head is full

of air the way a prairie is.  

Clouds rise in me.  Still,

Aunt Rita, a woman who thinks

Purgatory is a Spice Girl,

didn’t mean to be unkind.

She likes her family firmly in place

like the heavy mahogany credenza


January 1, 2018

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 twist:

exactly where it spirals

into itself cannot be

completely seen.  

I’ll hold out hope that someone

will mail the sea.  

Will it be the s...

January 1, 2018


if you say it fast is sounds 

like you’re partitioning a 

small former African colony.

Half Rhodesia

Which half do you fancy? 

the long and winding Rhode,

or the half that puts you at esia?

she’s good in bed 

in new england once, she listened 

to the crickets, to th...

January 1, 2018

Bee, Still               ...

January 1, 2018


The canvas is a fury of discipline,

a pentimenti of empty space

where indiscernible images lie beneath.

That change of mind

leads eyes to one radiant face at mid-ground.

Red lips lure toward other features

where shades of gold and orange

bathe face and neck.

Deep, blue con...

January 1, 2018

        During graduate school, we lived in this run down post-Victorian that the previous renters, a bunch of hippies, had gotten permission from the landlord to paint neon green with purple trim and purple doors. The house sat at the end of a street that opened into...

January 1, 2018


        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 her direction. Because she did not want him to see her with surgical dressing taped across her nose, she pulled d...

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