In my dog brain I am easily loved or mauled. In my dog brain I sense I’m sealed inside something metal, air temperature rising. my I-ness keeps sloughing The subject’s position : kennel, wire door,…
Posts tagged Poetry
Ronnie Wood And Rod Stewart Made Small Faces Into Faces
the caption reads Takes Pictures of Her S**t underneath the schoolteacher who wears a two-toned skirt and a pullover sweater with an appliqué of a Bichon Frisé the retired driving instructor Bertrand rarely discusses the…
Winter 2015 Release Reading
This Saturday, February 21st at 7 pm, Portland Review celebrates the release of our winter issue with readings by local contributors. We would like you to join us! Featuring poetry and prose by: Chrys Tobey,…