A sleep as sure as wall studs.Breath checked with a compact mirror sleep. Concrete sleep. An all-night,dug-in clamshell […]
Keith Leonard
Of the cool, I am a zoologist. Of the cool,I have learned what obliterates.They grow older. They suddenlydance […]
Cool by Keith Leonard
In Keith Leonard’s poetry, time veers off the road and suddenly what matters changes. We find ourselves post-cool […]
An Introduction to Keith Leonard by Brad Aaron Modlin
There was a word I was taught not to say in the gym, or on the basketball […]
Ode to the Unsayable by Keith Leonard
If all I ever become is twenty eight stalks of corn that would be enough, I think. […]