Category: Winter 2011 poems
A Heath For Lear, A Corridor For Us
by Alan Holder King Lear required a storm upon a heath to bring him down from his crazy height, acknowledge his, our, bare, fork’d animal.
Saints
by Alan Holder Sebastian, converted to a reverse porcupine, Thomas à Becket, struck dead by swords, Joan of Arc transformed to a torch, Agnes of
Island Forest
by Maurizio Cucchi I’m not in my house anymore, but in that breezy place that gives me everything. Its serene geometry provides an entryway for
The Dead Man’s Alibi
by Giovanni Raboni Judas says that his alibi was shaken, the dead man’s: that’s why the dead man went down to the courtyard. But the alibi was
Lines After Reading Du Fu
by James Koller I open my door to two dippers, a river of stars, enough moon light to watch a breeze lift the blue ribbons hung from the high
— for Duncan McNaughton
by James Koller Morning Star over the Uintas, red sun coming up behind those mountains. We missed seeing you in Bolinas. Did you come out? I’m
Told Again — The Short Life of Yu Xuanji
by James Koller A dark wind filled with rain blows branches against darker walls. The stuff of wild dreams. Thighs covered with light
Walking with Yi Kyubo
by Geoffrey Gaddis I walk through seasons to find words for poems. A stirring sprinkles dapples on the leaf floor. Soon bare limbs will toss
Sit by the River
by Geoffrey Gaddis Water shapes its banks, banks shape the river. One is constantly containing change, the other constantly changing. One stands
A Message From the Memoirist — for Bibi
by Paul Pines 4:00 AM at the Northwoods Inn the room temp set for 70 but the fan never stops blowing I can’t sleep imagine writers driving