Category: Fall 2014 Issue
The Gutter of New York- de Kooning
by Carolyn Gelland The gutter of New York grounded me — that’s my kind of space. There are streets here too that give me the same feeling. There
Pickerel Weed
by Carl Little I know these, too, from the pond I skirted as a child, the green cake knives clustered along the shore doubling in shallows where
Small Green Grass Snake
by Carl Little Small Green Grass Snake Great Spruce Head Island, Maine Slithers through the grass, although slithers doesn’t do its
Bight Marks
by Hamish Danks Brown Ocean asserted itself all night wiping away sea–grassed sleep then drain–dreamed until light and dumped my
Fly Fishing With Sun Ra
by Justin Patrick Moore I went fly fishing with Sun Ra last night. We waded into particle fields of ice to sit on the edge of Saturn’s glistening
Poem Without a Title
by Klaus Gerken Canto II Riverrun Locksmith Flow of lava that destroys but replenishes the earth Life was not possible without the lava Building
Overnight Bombing
by Justen Ahren “what times are these / when to write a poem about love / is almost a crime because it contains / so many
Openings
by Justen Ahren i. When I need to see god, I watch my children sleep. The trees in the distance sway in the wind and snow. When I am in need, I
War
by William Carpenter It’s one of those nights after the surrender of Iraq, not much on TV any more, your family’s in another state for Easter,
Three Winds
by Jayne Benjulian Would Mother be young, standing in the middle of Knight Street talking to Frances Druck? The hem of her yellow apron ripples.