Returning Look for him when the cicadas fade When the seedpods come unbound When with every breath and every rain The fan-shaped leaves fall down A Barrel There is a barrel up in the blue Carried on by such gusts, Such humours and such moods As are worthy of its cargo I left my dress, … Continue reading »
Tag Archives: Poets
Is “Towny” A Word? by Mark Nenadov
If your wheels hug the road for a while racing the miles down a former Indian trail eventually you’ll get to my place in time for lunch on my patio. Beauty might not be the first thing that comes to mind as you stroll down my shady street as it wisely winds through this community … Continue reading »
Comfort by Brandi Reynolds
What they don’t tell you when you’re struggling Is how beautiful the struggle is How one day you’ll look back on those days As the most gold tinted of your life What they don’t tell you when things become comfortable And you don’t have to sweat and reach for every little thing Is that comfort … Continue reading »
3 poems by Katie Gebler
The Tenth Year Remember the birch trees on our land? You cleared the area, snapping the thin white limbs, bundling them, then a hoist to your shoulders to carry them to the road, your cold cracked fingers dry and tight fisted after. Soon you spoke fewer words, you cradled the baby in the creaky rocker … Continue reading »
3 poems by Sam Barbee
Con-Sensual In the future I will forgive my uncelebrated self for offense I am yet to do: un-touch her in those awkward ways, heal the scars that still blot past days. At dusk, I will lean into sad songs, appeasing the moments when I ignored her final whisper: glass flask bobbing on cheated sea, re-hearing … Continue reading »
3 poems by William G. Davies Jr.
Truant The streetlight turned red and when it did the rain also, as if it were blood splashing in the street forming rivulets over the ruby asphalt of thousands wounded, denied entrance to heaven. In The Distance The tall grasses in mocha and rhubarb bunch to catch a lethargic sun whose dictum that December be … Continue reading »
Cafe Angelika Revisited by Robert Karaszi
Twilight’s saffron haze reduced to memory as light strengthens its spars over the horizon silhouetted gossamer, woven upon ash wood and hedge taut like strings on a violin from my terrace down; closely packed houses, roof tops gnawing at the pith of the air, where starlings wings stretch for sunshine through eastward glints I recall … Continue reading »
Names by Jeff Graessley
before a shut door tore home into reverberation echoes of mispronunciations your name. before the lines cut a string between two cans. treetop smiles to name the birds all the wrong things. and i call this memory a photograph: captured grace in the digital paints, and a smile that lingers, forgiven even before the door … Continue reading »
3 poems by John Grochalski
a flower in the spring it happens whenever i am around someone new they come at me with questions about myself until we have exhausted everything i always acquiesce but then i think well, there we go now there is nothing else to learn about me save what i’ll never reveal i don’t ask people … Continue reading »
2 poems by Ivan Jenson
Body Shot For this particular particle of molecular matter I can honestly say it matters yes it matters a lot that essentially all elements which surround me are inherently predisposed to dispose of everything that I hold dear to my blood sucking purple ticking time bomb that takes to heart the heartless, humorless tumor which … Continue reading »
