Playing Games Jack Garcia My mouth says, “Play with me,” a sentence composed of consonants and vowels and the whoosh of air i...

Exuvia Jack Garcia   A frantic woman wailing in the night, for help, she begs, and answers to her plight. Four teens come running...

Peter (A found poem from a page of J. M. Barrie’s Peter Pan )   I am sharp silence listening for quiet adventure.

Religion (A found poem from a page of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter )   Antique angels lifting the mystic sanctifi...

Dirt Jack Garcia   The rich soil between my fingers. The smell of the earth.   The way it supports me, pushes me up like a dandel...

“Tell Us a Little About Yourself” Jack Garcia   What do I say? Do I tell the room that I’m afraid of matches, or that I get uncom...

Moving Pictures Jack Garcia   “You’re not doing it right,” he said, packing the powdered herbs more tightly, lighting the ...