Category: Fall 2015 poetry
Requiem — My Virginia Woolf
by Richard Jarrette I didn’t know the contours of my own face till you held it in your hands and said, I’m taking this everywhere. These seven
Half -Haunted
by Carol Bachofner Old Pima came down with the wandering sickness. It edged in when he was digging for water out back. Took over, settled into
Technological Nostalgia
by Max Hjortsberg Remember when you could fix everything yourself ? Some baling twine, a coat hanger, a pair of pliers, and naturally a roll of
The Kitchen
by Max Hjortsberg When you walk through the door of the past be careful not to close it, leave it slightly cracked, allowing the light of the
Winter Morning on the Yellowstone
by Max Hjortsberg Cottonwoods lining the edge of the river the leafless branches white with hoarfrost, a phantom coral reef from a vanished
After The Funeral
by Robert VanderMolen There was talk of fishing, cancer And the stock exchange. The trick Said Denny, is to be a contrarian, Not many have such
After The Fog
by Robert VanderMolen Shaving: If I had a thinner face Like D. H. Lawrence Or Robert Creeley I’d grow a beard (I told her) * There were odd
On Tuesday
by Robert VanderMolen Spotting a van logging Through beeches, where you hadn’t Realized there was a road Staring from your canoe, water lilies
Glen and Tom
by Robert VanderMolen Whatever hotel or town it was He stood on a balcony with a drink After a long day driving in the heat The side of his truck
BRAID
by Floyce Alexander Photo of scalp hung by one nail. Mud–smeared window of the cold house. Some man’s family crowding together. This earth