Gale Acuff: a poem
Report Card I never knew what hit me when I died that morning – I fell, between leaf and blade while I was swinging on a rotten rope from...
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ONE HAND CLAPPING
Paul O'Prey: a poem
Flotsam, Jetsam We are an equation. You subtract, I add back in not just your name, my name, but every word we ever said – each glance,...
Mary Ford Neal: a poem
Street magic I don't believe in magic. But something hovers along these streets, something like dust not settling hangs just above the...
Richard Manly Heiman: a poem
Hagiography v2 What is a saint? A terracotta shard a biscuit-fired embryo an upside-down amphora waft of buckwheat honey from an unsealed...
Sharon Philips: a poem
Lintel years twist through its grain an acorn ripened radicle unfurled sapwood dried to heartwood the beam dark with soot and softened by...
Peter Mackay: a poem
The Leak The cistern is leaking – through the boards the water flows, a tacky rusted water percolated through dust and wood and iron....
Lucy Heuschen: a poem
When Huitaca Dances Today, in my chair, I dream again of reaching a hall of sweat and Latin beats. I am tense, a pent-up hum, a Colombian...
Elisabeth Kelly: a poem
A Leaving The swifts have left, for homes where seasons blend together; ink on wet paper. Crispness flushes the faltering grass,...
Pratibha Castle: a poem
Padraig – Who Drove the Snakes Out of Ireland At the allotment, daddy forked the crumbly black earth till the air quaked with...
Misha Lazarra: a poem
pale silver of dusk I wanted to rent out my room and move faraway to the beach to bartend and wear only a little clothing an old...
Hélène Demetriades: a poem
The plumb line Father, I lift your thinning thighs, nudge down your trousers, peel off your socks, edge on your night vest, rub your...
Jenny Robb: a poem
Happy Place We would live by a clean sea and our house would be calm, not threatened by tides claiming more and more land as waters rise....
Daniel Cowper: a poem
Last Wishes From the white void hiding the sea, familiar foghorns roll. Why are they so worried? There's no better way to be buried. When...
donnarkevic: a poem
Few Days Late I keep it to myself and Loretta. Her father beats her in places hidden to the naked eye, but I see when she strips down to...
Al Mcclimens: a poem
Photograph by Denise Setterington Obituary Column the dodo. history. romanticism. the petrol engine. cinema. print journalism. the white...
Maggie Sawkins: a poem
Poem Composed while doing a Headstand The fir cone I picked from a Corsican forest, carried across an ocean nestled between balls of...
Bridget Khursheed: a poem
A study of walnuts Tight-fisted baby hands something in them I want or an ear that doesn't listen shrunk from a man known long ago or a...
Paul Muldoon: a poem
Nativity, 2020 Even a barn makes room for the fresh crop. Even the cattle have drawn down their stores. The mangold holds out nothing for...
Fran Lock: a poem
nine ladies dancing without music. without shoes. hungry as sharpened wolves. their love a porous wealth, it flows through the skin in...
David Harsent: a poem
Christmas Day 1952 A bird down in the snow: black/white, this on a walk by Pyrtle Spring, spindrift off the new fall and to my mother:...
Jo Balmer: a translation
Calvus's Saturnalia Prank (Catullus Poem 14, translated by Josephine Balmer) If I didn't love you, sweet teasing Calvus, far more than my...
Louise Peterkin: a poem
Special The Baby Jesus took up bowling, rolled my life through twenty one seasons until I landed here, Daddy, outside your office door,...
Ben Morgan: a poem
Birthday Tonight, like last year, we fish out the birthday tankards, and my mind goes back to that night beside the lake, when the spring...
John Burnside: a poem
Anniversary How cold the gown is, after years of camphor, moonshine tangled in the sleeves, the bodice brittle, like the ghost of...
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