Poetry

Because of their format, several poems that appear in the current issue are included only in pdf. To read them, click on their titles on the right side of this page.

Rosanna Warren

The moon dragged her string-net bag of shadows through the boughs

Rosanna Warren

My long shadow paces and the skreak of gulls
hauls evening down and furls it along the edge of the lake.

Donald Platt

They are the colors/of my dead father’s Lenten chasuble,

Knute Skinner

Margaritas tonight,
and I think of our friend Greg.

Hannah Louise Poston

She reconstructs her ruptured orange peel
while telling me about the fancy meal

Hannah Louise Poston

It’s come unlatched, the sloppy silk fist
unhinging like a jaw as if
to swallow something bigger than itself—

Andy Eaton

During a time of great need
we came easily
under the influence of light–

Andy Eaton

Along the coast of perpetual breezes
I lay myself down. Half-light slowly
all the way, like the lid of the earth twisted off.
Full contentment may be possible

Martha Zweig

You’ll be among the first
to know. You will. You’ll see:
waddling like an emperor’s obesity
ahead of you, sunrise, the future.

Martha Zweig

Oops, hit the skid rind, cruel world
slipped a corkscrewy peel
of it’s-about-time.