Category: Spring 2017 Issue
Margaret Randall Interview
Interview with Margaret Randall conducted by Kevin Sweeney via email on January 15, 2017 KS: I loved your poem “I Like Being Old” that appeared
A Blessing
by John Field Land mines exploding, red memories On the battlefield infected and runny. Then home again way too thin And screaming flashbacks In
Design for a House
by John Field Design for a House after a poem by Jonathan Holden Sometimes a dream that grips us we become. In the house I’m designing
Poem in Which There is No Cancer
by Lauren Camp All around, the heat–wringing. When D told me his prostate was like Minute Steak, so much detail left white that he lowered
Elegy
by Lauren Camp The hours between York and Kennebunk, between Boston and Salem, and too between Danvers and Logan thin
Rainbow Room and the Red Chair
by Lauren Camp I am granted every fork, every chair, every blossom, the lantern and saffron, escape or alliance. It’s an agreement I made: to
Folding Chair
by Wren Tuatha I told you then I would take it out back and kill it with a knife. But I couldn’t do it. You stumbled upon my love today as then.
Cornbread
by Wren Tuatha Cotton takes care of me. I mend and wonder where a word went as Cotton hops out of bed, feeds the herd, showers. I’m late with his
10am. Every Day, Even When It Rains
by Michael Mark We’re all widowers here, all old guys, just happened that way. Our dates are dogs. Terriers, labs, mutts. They rush to each
Turning East
by Margaret Randall Earth, that solid ball beneath our feet spins in the vastness of space where neither up nor down exists, while on the orbital