Suite for Tonawanda
The sickle moon clusters like gauze in willows that flank roadways a woman in a dark window gazes down on. Dusk deepens to the steep blue of her eyes. She … Continue Reading Suite for Tonawanda
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The sickle moon clusters like gauze in willows that flank roadways a woman in a dark window gazes down on. Dusk deepens to the steep blue of her eyes. She … Continue Reading Suite for Tonawanda
My husband and I are out on a hunt. With a machete in hand, I cut of three-headed mushrooms that run rampant in this part of the woods like some … Continue Reading Heaven is a Plate on Earth
We lurch through good morningthe boat between ustucking in the edges of tarpswhile trying to keep up my end of how are the kids?I am thinkingyou kissed me right herewhere … Continue Reading On the Beach
Let me continue by saying here, despite obvious advances to the contrary, that the obvious answer to the obvious question is obvious and that no amount of arguing about it, … Continue Reading Violets (After William Fuller)
By Temidayo Okun while the speakers played Finneas’s “i don’t miss you at all”, i was chewing a piece of stale bread, softened by sweet tea & not … Continue Reading “while the speakers played Finneas’s ‘i don’t miss you at all’, i was”, “somewhere, somewhere.”, “close your eyes and falls asleep”, and “a poem in which prayers feel like lies”
By James Shelley Body Tap As part of my morning constitutionalI would like to drain my toxinsthe dirty crude oil staining my sheets But where to drill the … Continue Reading “Body Tap”, “Pneuma”, “Transcendence” and “Holy One”
By Ann E. Michael Clouds Like Late Renaissance Heavens Our yard was small yet I remember lyingon my back in grass and clover, listeningto bees, looking up at … Continue Reading “Clouds Like Late Renaissance Heavens”
By Ron Jevaltas April Fools And yet, despite thehour and the timbre of thedark, it lies softly How suddenly precious it’s been on the shoulders ofspring: a … Continue Reading “April Fools”
By Jo Angela Edwins Decline In late July summer begins to die. I grieve the light but not the heat, the heat anyway still in its prime. This is my … Continue Reading “Decline”, “Settled”, and “‘Don’t Get Old'”
By John Grey EVENSONG I cannot see herbut someone’s rustling the bed sheets,opening the dresser drawer. I’m in one roombut that doesn’t stopthe other rooms from happening. Her … Continue Reading “Evensong”, “The Human Rings”, “Making Flower Wine” and “An Afternoon at the Lake”
By Michael T. Young I Ask How long is it to the next season, the next doorstep, our arrival at the threshold of another embrace, the curtain of intimacies in … Continue Reading “I Ask”, “The Promise of Flight”, and “The Benefit of Common Words”
By Dominik Slusarczyk Speech You say something. They laugh at you. You decide to Stay silent for the rest of your wretched life. Your wife immediately objects but You ignore … Continue Reading “Speech”
By Casey Killingsworth Just a bad day So– You’re on your way to your daughter’s fresh from the phone call that she and her husband might be calling it quits, … Continue Reading “Just a bad day” and “A road blessing for my granddaughter’s (probably ex) boyfriend”
By Mark Bennion Foregoing Drama I’d like to think of act threewithout lions roaring on a rampart,without the grand chorus lineor the ax coming down on my back.I … Continue Reading “Foregoing Drama” and “Glimpse”
By John Marvin New Gas City That there is no time like the present has been noticed. Gas is in Dutch out of the blue … Continue Reading “New Gas City”, “Odd Jobs or The Eclectromagentic Spooktraum” and “Of the Essence”
By William Prindle This Kitchen Remains Quiet This winter wind winnows the fewleaves that cling to the gutter guards, Whispering loudly in the crowns thatthis planet is still … Continue Reading “This Kitchen Remains Quiet”, “Finding the Lost Boy Before Dark”, “A poem in which my grandfathers meet Lorca”, “Dispatches from the Levant” and “A Flat File Across a Mattock Blade”