seeking a / silence, an earthen / mind turns to / itself
Featured Poetry
prayer (xviii)
The Work of Windows
by Beth Williams
My father built us a house with solid front doors, thick enough to save us from wolves. He hoped every exit would hold tight to its jamb. But arms come with hinges. Harsh is the opening when you can’t see what’s coming. Puberty through a peephole never dares to knock. How […]
(7) :: What Have I to Say in My Wrong Tongue of What Will Come
by Daniel Biegelson
And all our yesterdays and tomorrows join / like river to sea to rain to river. Again.
Warrior
by Lane Falcon
the not letting me touch him when mummified again
by medicine and its machines. Even when I wrap
him in his favorite blanket, lift his saddled head and lay
it on his home pillow, he doesn’t look at me. He barely moves.
Inside the Kaleidoscope
by Jane O. Wayne
All it takes is one turn
of the kaleidoscope and the butterfly-world shatters.
Why can’t you learn?
I Hope Your Birthday Is So Beautiful, It Hurts to Look at It
by Josette Akresh-Gonzales
barbeque and a good dog and beer and acres of thigh-high grass
touched by the first draft of evening. A sunlit breeze lunges
across the hay field. We stand around, breathing.
Verge
by William Cordeiro
You walk beside the crick as light is rushing
off. Afterglow molts lavender and saffron.
Each house you pass is built of falling dust.
It Just Goes to Show
by Sylee Gore
Now I know what you’re thinking. In this one you’re the princess; the dragon is faceless. Everywhere, the edges of the waves are blown into froth. I worry so much about making it interesting. Off the ferry, the first thing we buy is a cone of sugared almonds. Crests of waves begin to topple.
Evelyn Nesbit Poses as Bluebeard’s Wives
by Rose DeMaris
My abundant hair, my only wealth, fits so easily
in his fist. I pull the soft stem of his handrolled cigarette
from my lips, which he told me are a pair of petals
Threeple, Tripple
by Kelly R. Samuels
Cumbria: gentle sound made by a quick-flowing stream
The traffic always was just outside the bank of windows
and down and could be heard
more than seen for the trees that spring and early summer.
