Category: Winter 2015 Poetry
Window
by John Blair We whistle tunes while God’s work gets done above us in trees locked in screes of bagworm silk and dead leaves, streetlights
The Lantern Man
by John Blair There was in every hollow A hundred wrymouthed wisps. Dafydd ap Gwilym (trans. Wirt Sikes, 1340)
The Other Side
by John Blair Much there is that is unbeautiful, much there is that rubs the eye raw like sand and knuckles. In some farflung plane of penury
The Disclaimers
by G. H. Smith This is not a poem about the inevitability Of old age, decrepitude, and death. You won’t find a single Reference to lost
The Blade Came Too Close to My Own Throat
by Didi Jackson The blade came too close to my own throat. I walk as far away as I can from the home of your hands. Here, in the dark, I
The Border
by Doug Anderson They come across by light of cell phone, by blood trail, by the gleam of the coyote’s incisor, by the eye in the dollar’s