Poetry

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

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.

Willie Perdomo

 

On Sundays we composed our own music.

Tapped a nickel against a mailbox,
pounded the wall with the heel of our
palms, and sought a demo-type sound.

Natania Rosenfeld

 

Strange word for so simple
a thing as a flat felt hat.

Don’t forget your bear-ay,
my mother’d say, and I thought it

Natania Rosenfeld

 

You nicked me
now give me back,
un-wrinkled.

Samuel Hazo

 

Summering in Pennsylvania
  and wintering in Florida
  would give me two addresses.

Randy Blasing

 

Making a pilgrimage to Albuquerque
to give thanks I cheated heart surgery
of a bad outcome only last month,