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.

The Old Country

Vona Groarke

I came out of that country
with one suitcase
crammed with newspaper,
seeds in every fold.

Perspective

Carolie Parker

There is one pointtwo point and pointless
(I am referring to some of
the excesses of Canaletto).

Light Steps

Jeredith Merrin

Sorrow, keep calm.
Evening—you asked for it—has come.
Darkening streets (depending who you are)
bring peace, or fear.

Verklärte Nacht

Bruce Bond

The dawn of the age is an old tune just barely in d minor.
You can go there, listen, hear what Arnold Schoenberg heard

Boats

Hailey Leithauser

Boats are sad folks
as they rock
and they rock tied

Dove Song

Hailey Leithauser

Murmurous muezzin, hedge-
hiding, no reason to
silence for never I’d harm
you, not Rueheart, not

Invitation

Hailey Leithauser

Slovenly blondes, mussed
and unbuttoned,
in feathering snow,
in ice-burst of spring,

Jar Song

Don Bogen

How could I calm the ache
that drifted through my sleep?
A plain ceramic jar,
rounded at the lip,

The Sandy Hook Fire

Henry Hart

Like a monk hunched over gilded letters,
my brother studied flies hatching on the Pootatuck,
picked a red and gold Parmachene Belle
from a metal box, tied it to a tippet