Category: Fall 2011 Poetry
Tent Shaker Voice
by Charles Plymell It was the voice of the Game Lord only heard when you know it at the intersection where ancient people walked the four
Lust
by Joanna McClure I long to give this body — Not to science, not to the fire. I long to be given, whole For the fish in the sea to nibble away. I
Engraving for Lawrence
by Joanna McClure Like your engraving — I stand Behind, to one side of, The long open door. Outside, night light Makes a Palmer sky From black
A Memory
by Joanna McClure Flies buzz Dry dust Hot bright sun The taste of canned milk The smell of pines Mothers move around a wood stove.
Metaphor
by Joanna McClure The tsunami Seen from a hillside video camera Advances slowly, serenely Carrying trucks, houses, trees, trash. While in frame
Soneto Cubano
by Joe Richey Cuba, I tried to explain, is not just a place where six square walls reside. Eleven million people raised on revolution live there
Book 4 of The River: The Mainstream
by Lewis MacAdams I. At first she displayed all […]
from Stress
by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge I fear one stray word is more powerful than my child’s vitality. But not speaking can send out huge, mutated thought
By Robert Branaman
I painted over one hundred thousand paintings I painted over one hundred thousand paintings Just this morning When I ate breakfast at two PM They
Woodshedding
by Hettie Jones . . . my wolf . . . at the foot of the bed / in the dark all night