by Mark Jackley
When My Father Died all who hovered were like men back in the day who paced the room for expectant fathers smoking as the work got done behind closed doors which opened the other way now
Fatalism The garden toad, grave as Sitting Bull Iâ€™d guess Says itâ€™s all okay I thought there might be more, but he seemed pretty sure, and I blinked first
AFTER THE PAUSE VOLUME 1 ISSUE 1
Published on Dec 1, 2014
The inaugural issue of After the Pause features experimental poetry, flash fiction, and visual art created by 39 artists from around the Uni...