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.

C. J. Driver

 

So did we get it wrong, those years ago?
That’s “we,” the brainy boys and girls, elite
And blessed in every sort of way, judgmental
To a fault, agnostic to be sure.

A. F. Moritz

 

When you last saw me I was waiting
and now that you will never see me again
for all you know I still am. The time
it turned out was the last time I was sitting

Amy Roa

 

The first finback whale took an evolutionary leap onto land,
and the president was on TV,
shaking the whale’s fin,
all sleek and blubber.

Andrew Saviano

 

The TV is on mute: a slender man
in a towel shoos a moth from the sill
of an open door, while on the porch appears

Catherine Staples

 

Slow light is breaking
beyond the donkey’s pasture.
Inside the darkened house
brightness rims the shutters.  

Catherine Staples

 

The harbor hardly sleeps at night, what with
listening in, glittering. Masts hover and sway
while keels answer in watery knocks, their own way

Catherine Staples

 

It’s the peeling birch and the lake glimpsed through it,
sheets buckling in wind, the emerald seams of moss
between pavers, three children rounding a bend.

Kimiko Hahn

 

In the Father’s shadowy hoard
pillows belch feathers across
mattress and floors:

John Rybicki

 

I row with the wind in my apple-wood skin,
maw on crow’s dust and raw turnips.
What feeds on want behind the masks of houses?

Noah Warren

 

A year of rain in an hour.
Then dawn. On the Quikcrete
patio a leaden mirror.