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 Point

Rosanna Warren

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

First Crocuses

Donald Platt

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

Margaritas

Knute Skinner

Margaritas tonight,
and I think of our friend Greg.

Julia Hungry

Hannah Louise Poston

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

Peony

Hannah Louise Poston

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

Each Morning

Andy Eaton

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

Avoiding News Along the Coast

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