Category: Summer 2013 Poetry
A Wrench
by Megan Grumbling appears between our weekly beers one afternoon. It’s small, but has some weight to it — cast iron, solid, and as plain as our
What Remains
by Kevin Sweeney “What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee” Ezra Pound, Pisan Cantos, LXXXI It’s
Four
by Baron Wormser On Chandler Street in Baltimore a brick house With a sectioned cement sidewalk, a maple tree, A privet hedge, a rusting swing
Prayer for Michael
by Catherine Fisher now that you’re not here anymore that we can see we can see you were both here and there all along. belonging to everyone as
Shadows in The Half-Light for Michael
by Steve Luttrell Wishes for water — ashes for the wind — memories with the passing and distance from light. Your poems now recede, becoming
Waiting for Michael and Murphy
by Steve Luttrell In the story there is a blue truck parked at the curb. Empty, except for a large yellow dog — head resting atop the
The First Four Life Sentences for Michael Macklin
by Stephen Petroff “the melody is memory itself ” I lay for the night on the yellow roadside, in a deep field of curving gourds, across from
The Wandering Poets
by Philip Levine As they return from their pilgrimage, footsore and disgusted, only a few wear jackets and ties. As usual Gerald is the most
Elegy for Michael and the Sea, after Lost Uncle by Michael Macklin
by Melissa Crowe Uncle, today there is nothing to say but yes, to my new city, cupped in its sequence of palms — purple, periwinkle, watery blue,
Lost Uncle
by Michael Macklin So maybe I was the one your mother never mentioned or your father who was still healing after I ran over his knees with my