Category: Winter 2009 Poetry

Friendships
by Natasha Sajé Like dead moths, some dissolve to grey on my palms. New ones jump like crickets — I don’t know where they’ll land, and fear where

Epithalamium with Acrobats
by Melissa Crowe Love, let us be clowns to one another our mouths drawn down, yes, but every frown and tear merely grease paint. Let’s see how

Sit Still
by Michael Macklin Let the world do her work, sky juggling clouds, waves moving away and returning. Let flowers on the shore become doors or

Mallow
by Michael Macklin They must talk, the flowers and the fishes. One overhanging the other, pale pink at the water’s edge. One world bleeds into

Float
by Michael Macklin We swim out to the smaller world where weathered wood holds its place tugging at its mucky tether. Spread our dripping bodies

Cafe L’Absinthe
by Philip A. Waterhouse The automatic voice intoning — You are now flying over the North Pole — you willing to be recrossing the polar bear

Primary Encounters
by Philip A. Waterhouse West of the Mississippi, we were called gandy dancers, slang term for railroad “section hands” the north east, the same

Still Life With Wind
by William Heyen The trainer found him hanging in the locker room early morning before the game. Statics was naked except for jock and socks,

Special Olympics, Brockport, 1979
by William Heyen At the track, I served as hugger. My job — to congratulate the runners, finishers or not, winners or winners, even those who

Trailing Clouds of Glory, 1994
by William Heyen The Hutu leader of a small Rwandan village suffered from his government’s rebuke: he’d been lax in “bush-clearing” — in cutting