Four Haikus
byI. she stalks the sunrise sees what hides undercover light breaks dark again II. what we have is rare a friend, cloud held mid-air,…
Harvest Season
byharvest season hello moonshine midnight once again. i find your cold skin searching for my own flesh in this passage of spring time. deep…
A Bloody Mess
byBetty Sue is fixing a roast, in honor of Wynette who died last Tuesday. The meal will be a stick-to-your-ribs affair—beef with potatoes and…
Seeds & Seasons
byAnemochory (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2016) and Season of Dares (Bull City Press, 2018) by Leah Silvieus Leah Silvieus’s first chapbook, Anemochory, takes its title…
Sorrow the Past
byA review of I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood (University of Pittsburgh Press) by Tiana Clark As Adrienne Rich suggested, “in…
Addressing The Flaxen Spirit & Linen Women
byAddressing the flaxen spirit, not yet linen Threshing We come from deep loam, from fields of green, blue heads bobbing. To harvest true selves…
Death of a Red-Tailed Hawk
by“The whole universe is aflame.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, Le Milieu Mystique, (1917) I By midafternoon the hawk was ill and by…
Sacred Time
byA Review of The Dream of Reason (Copper Canyon) by Jenny George The Dream of Reason’s opening poem, “Origins of Violence,” recounts a narrative…
Suburban Deer
byOn the sidewalk. On the patio. From the backyard bushes. Doe and fawn leap toward open space to see my young— bright-eyed and sleek…
As Lazarus and Self-Portrait as Sin-Eater
byAs Lazarus How deep is deep enough until I reach the bent rafters of my own ribcage? I test the extent of my dimensions….
February 11
byThe moon is out. The ice is gone. Patches of white lounge on the wet meadow. Moonlit darkness at 6 a.m. Again from the…
What We Talk About When We Talk About Men
byA review of 24 Hours of Men (Dancing Girl Press & Studio) by Lisa L. Moore “Here’s my love for that loss,” Lisa L….
Two Poems
byFeast Day There’s a patron saint for everything. Nearly all the early ones were martyred. The world has always been this bloody. St. Justus…
Handful of Fire
byA Review of Revisions (Sibling Rivalry Press) by Eric Tran ‘empty me out,’ Eric Tran writes at the end of his gorgeous poem, “How…
Two Poems
bySonnet For the Man Lingering in the Fields One evening in the open & symmetrical fields I watched a man driving the backhoe back…
Two Poems
byCouple with Their Heads Full of Clouds after Dali Say table, and I’ll say bread. Say cup and I’ll say wine and spoon. The…
Two Poems
byFigure Study: Trinity Los Alamos National Laboratory, 1945 They taught them to care & not to care. The trick of battle lines & national…
Two Poems
byThy Kingdom Come/ Thy Will be Done Hallowed be the name of thy children bagged & buried beneath snow the woman strangled in her…
The New Year is here, but it’s not too late.
byIt’s the time of year the idealist and the planners dream of. People get all jazzed up with lists of goals and the hopes…