Category: Spring 2014 Poetry
Independence
by Stephen Ellis Spontaneous beauty like ancient folk songs drift down from the far north, like the light rain that cools the genius living in
Joy
by Stephen Ellis There’s a red glow, moving west from China, and now the last moments at the luminous horizon, as dusk settles in, with its gold
The Hammock
by Matthew Caley “What wind so blew that a hammock netted a man?” Anon. Two silver birches bear the burden, which after all is only some
Buffalo Skinners
by Matthew Caley Having left M’Lady half-naked and panting, as her husband mounted the stairs, I vaulted the balustrade — preferred exit of
The Confluence of the Elbe and The Upa
by Matthew Caley Supposedly, the cool silver birch bole barely two hips width shudders like a woman on the brink of believing in her man They are
For All the Good It Did Us
by Jim Daniels I smiled at the gate of Lord Larry, the Boy with the Swimming Pool. The small plastic / rubber / aluminum circle stand-in for Ye
The Emeriti
by Gerald Locklin When Toad goes for his morning coffee and Raisin-bran cookies at the Donut Shoppe, His wife asks, “Off to hang out With your
Close-knit Family
by Gerald Locklin Toad is bragging How his thirteenth grandchild Is due in less than a week, and His eighty-year-old new buddy At the donut
Stars like sentinels stand by
by Oz Hardwick The moon is heavy tonight, plump and livid, barely clearing the black ground. Blind and bloodshot, it eyes nothing.
For Practice
by Anselm Berrigan temporary ruins to collaborate with stream of food trucks & foot traffic around a corner twenty million rats send their