Michael Allyn Wells

Under Windsor Bridge by Adolphe Valette Entombed in the gritty fog rolling under Windsor Bridge the past hangs heavy; smells ...

Image by Francesca Woodman Don' t dare look past my flesh self ignoring what discomfort troubles you. I've come out s...

There are times I remember the nightly news framed in a seriousness and we all watched. I would come home from school  and the others the...

In bony avoidance I hide from the possible. Still my mind is well aware of what it prefers not to accept. Would be surrender, disap...

Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher Likeness A puddle collective on the ground. Mirror images mired in detail reflective of all...

We ate muffins out of papers; spoke of logistics only in passing. You bathed in tepid water. The phone rang twice - I did not get up. ...

If you want to know why a tear is salty— It‘s because salt is a mineral  adding weight so tears run down our face keeping ...

Patches invigorate the ready to wear line she put to test and no one could be certain— she ever came out of the blind. There ...

A poem of mine is up at Montucky Review.  A thank you to the Editors!   To view the poem simply titled Sis , Click here

Utilitarian art boxes in Duffy square. Girders and panels rise poking the Troposphere. Windows offer a glimpse ...

The bent elbow slows progression- force builds pushing the river around over and beyond   the banks like claws snag what is deli...

Earlier this fall my poem Foxtrot appeared in WestWard Quarterly .  Since this is a print publication there is not link to it but now that ...

Summer is confused daylight is shifting the nights come under some spell the landscape changed in the blink of an eye the possessed sl...

That summer we stuck in the seats of the old Ford our cotton clothing clung to us wet no one dared crank the panes- a few bugs wou...

In case you missed it last month - or just want to take it in again, tomorrow is First Friday in the crossroads art district and Jennifer Ri...

When I left work on Friday I was greeted by a picture perfect spring afternoon. The clouds were large and surreal in the blight blue sky - a...

Abstract artist JENNIFER RIVERA will be showing work starting at tonight's opening at the Apex Art Space 1819 Wyandotte - Kansas City, ...

Sunday 2-13-11:   Reasing in Ariel's Gift there were a couple of things [that] caught my attention. One is the difference between the or...

I have a poem published in the new edition of RIGHT HAND POINTING   Issue 40 "Harsh Mathmatics" The Accountant