Category: Fall 2013 Poetry
Figment Two
by Gerald George After old Archibald put in an espresso machine, all the poets in town sat in Archibald’s Grocery and Gas drinking espresso and
Witness Tree
by Marcia F. Brown On the Civil War battlefield at Gettysburg, historians call them “Witness Trees” . . . Last week, Park officials
Fashionista
by Marcia F. Brown Too brown for winter and brittle as a wishbone, she marches through the store in ostrich boots, stilettos spiked enough to
Tomatoes, summer’s first
by Dan Alter and this one is for Michigan, for her latticed rivers, for her fireflies tickering the dark which is made of muslin, which cloaks
Flown-over and over
by Dan Alter wasn’t I the one who put on collars, dry cleaned, and walked leafy in the commuter crowd trembling like bible pages, and didn’t you
Lewis Carroll’s Corpse Poem
by John McKernan Your coffin is ready Sir Packed full of air It will weigh As much as ten million needles Sir Admit it to the grooves in
Arthur Rimbaud’s Poem About America
by John McKernan The menagerie of sunset erodes the stars Cans of tuna squid abalone in morphine Rise before dawn like a god with a machete
Down to Earth
by Leigh Donaldson Her face is contorted with love, dry, brown, cracked like coffee grains left too long in A red clay cup; cradling the dregs of
Firehouse
by Leigh Donaldson The silent group sits in front of a building made of brick and mortar that houses shiny, red, toy–like trucks. They
Dead-Dog Grief
by Nancy Jean Hill Consider, if you will, a middle–aged man scattering ashes into a wicked winter sea while his wife stays in their marital