Category: Winter 2014 Poetry
Evelyn
by Karina Borowicz Our neighbor, she of the white hair smoothed in a French twist. She of flowering dresses and earrings of mute pearl. Hands
Wisteria
by Dick Allen The French, I read somewhere, think cellar door most beautiful English. My father’s cellar door was ugly,
Ramshackle
by Dick Allen black–eyed Susans in a tin cup over a grimy porcelain wood–burning kitchen stove beside the washing machine in my
Zig-Zag
by Dick Allen When you’re being shot at, it’s best to run in an almost zig–zag pattern, varying a little depending on the time of day, the
Sitting on an Old Stone Fence, Looking into the Distance
by Dick Allen Far away, there’s what might be a windmill or a silo, or just a trick of the eye, and are those eye specks or crows floating out
Begin Again
by Leonore Hildebrandt To discern layers of sound and scent begin again to focus sink and strike begin to rise into the rising begin in silence.