My Mom is the Worst Workshop Partner
By Adrianna Gordey i read some of your poems her critiques were shrikes impaled me on a thorn savored my self-esteem with … Continue Reading My Mom is the Worst Workshop Partner
Here
By Jemma Emele I stand here, in front of the mirror of the bathroom in my friends house and I look at myself and through the window the sun shines … Continue Reading Here
Dead Language
By Evan Tassin All the eulogies for the horse. All the slack and rambling. All the more reason to fall. On your knees you could drain it down. I won’t … Continue Reading Dead Language
Mine Falls Park, Nashua, NH
By Val Vanderburgh I knew to listen for you at the not-quite-hill slumbering at trail’s end It was there where we first smelled the soccer fields ringed by a thousand-thousand … Continue Reading Mine Falls Park, Nashua, NH
Donostia
The bike race comeseach year to San Sebastianattacks the famous peakat Jaizkibeldowntown the old manpulls his robe aroundhis ageing bodyshivering beneaththe northerly windeyes squinting overa cup of instant coffee remembering … Continue Reading Donostia
Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
Poetry is our salvation. By Austin Allen James Are we the jazz worthy of the Harlem River?Is the riff kind? We do not understand forever—onlynow. Human gospel lives in black … Continue Reading Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
the night is not what you think
By Corbett Buchly the night comes in like a broom brushing away the grasps of sun with streaks of moon ribbon and void grins of empty space the night is … Continue Reading the night is not what you think
Deer Stand
By Eben Lee Thomas Five deer tense in dense bright airof backyard hung between full moonand snow-pack. The short-horned buck staresat road, at dry-line, at house, and I in my … Continue Reading Deer Stand
Home
By William Miller In a green, humpbacked late 50’s car, we were always driving but never seemed to get anywhere. My dad smoked like most people breathed, never let a … Continue Reading Home
Other People
By William Miller They remain, always, unknown continents where coastlines might be seen, touched, never the interior growth, the tall, foreboding trees or the caves between the rocks. And when … Continue Reading Other People
Winter Shoreline in Miami
for Jon By Anthony Botti I do not remember what I was like before you. Early mornings, you swim in the sharp, nurturing surf. Our thirty-year relationship is like this … Continue Reading Winter Shoreline in Miami
Thaw in the Berkshires
the crocus at the end of winter By Anthony Botti So early, it’s almost dark. It’s nearly time now. I have lost my concentration in one of the coldest winters … Continue Reading Thaw in the Berkshires
Hearing Dusk
By Robert Thomas Birds alightOn dying commotionPlaying and pipingThey sing to finality.Dogs earlier noticedOnly tugging and probingNow pit the air with distant yelps.Planes drone suddenlyA droning paradeEager and white-tailedIn the … Continue Reading Hearing Dusk
Big Fat Lake Trout
b y By Robert James Gleeful stumbles on graniteThe canoe is roughly landedWhere is the sharp filleting knife?A victory – hold it aloft and stand togetherWe’ll capture it on filmThe … Continue Reading Big Fat Lake Trout
Vanishing Point
By Andrew Vogel We never played in parks so’s I remember. Rail yards back behind the neighborhood, we would steal pallets and rusty racks from the warehouses and build forts … Continue Reading Vanishing Point
Struck
By Isabelle Foster I remember, nowThat it was onThe cusp of your kissAnd in the breathOf your embraceThat morning showedA new face,And nowI bendTo the arcOf summer lilies andHoneysuckleIn the … Continue Reading Struck