Mouse Super Cutie wood-mouse lived by the garden pond. A small hole gap in the wall led into compact accommodation affording everything he wanted though very different from his childhood home in the high wall at the very top of the garden. There he had learned the skills he would need as an adult, especially […]
Read more "LYNN WHITE – MOUSE"The Name of My Bride It matters not whether what liesat the bottom of the lake is hardboiled eggs, marizpan, car batteries,the Senator, a Biblical abomination,the handbook for your exerciseequipment, the loch ness monster,even a good dose of lichen. It’s lessabout what is there than what youcan prove is there, what you canmake a tentful […]
Read more "ROBERT BEVERIDGE – THE NAME OF MY BRIDE"LIGHTHOUSE SILHOUETTE The lighthouse stands in front of the setting sun; a day’s natural protection against shorelines and snags lurking in one’s path. The lighthouse silhouette stands between – prepared, primed, hand on the switch as the sun sets, an afterglow evaporates into darkness strobed by the lighthouse. ~~~ BACK DAYS Looking back, vision blurs […]
Read more "DIANE WEBSTER – 2 POEMS"How Small Can the Smallest Star Be? I hear the thank you notehas gone out of style.That’s just bad mannersif you ask me. A sign ofpoor parenting. Remind meagain, what’s the small fork for?What’s the proper salutationfor a collection letter?Are dowries still a thing?I thought I saw a hummingbirdbut it turned out to be a […]
Read more "PATRICK MEEDS – 5 POEMS"Caffiend Oh, when the bridle wirepulls her comb and her teethbegin their play, their tin-canmorning melodies aremocking me, so gay. “Oh,” is what I say.How is it these sirensstrike 6, and 7, and 4?No day is as before,a roller-coaster melody,looping back-and-forth. My body aches with gravity.My blood: mercury soup—poisoned, heavy metals;cold and acid blue. “Hey, […]
Read more "Quentin Staley – Caffiend"Forgive My Mom For all the things you did for Marie and IWhen you would smoke cigarettes andHow you always slept in and never really hung out with us in the morningsAnd all the times you only hung out with us in the afternoonsI forgive youFor all the time’s Marie raised me when you were […]
Read more "FORGIVE MY MOM – RUBY MUNOZ"Within This Tree Within this tree another tree inhabits the same body: within this stone another stone rests, its many shades of grey the same, its identical surface and weight. And within my body, another body, whose history, waiting, sings: there is no other body, it sings, there is no other world. This poem was […]
Read more "JANE HIRSHFIELD – WITHIN THIS TREE"Gone with First Light I fear the dawnwhen gentle streaks of lightpoke through the trees,birds trill in a chorus of morning,deer graze the meadowin the fading mist. For at first light you will rise,sleep draining from your eyes,hair tousled, stretch to the heavens,and plop back beside me, warm,inviting, planting a first and lastkiss on my […]
Read more "PETER WITT – GONE WITH FIRST LIGHT"The Gray Tree Is Graced I shot a winter photo of the Camperdown Elm. It is in Prospect Park near the lake, beside the boathouse. It’s the one Marianne Moore saved with a poem. It was old then, and thought dead. It is twisty, short and gnarly. Its two, heavy branches, one suffering a growing […]
Read more "THE GRAY TREE IS GRACED BY Gerald Wagoner"Butterfly Guts Older Sister. Little Brother. They pass the time by picking on each other. “Do you know that once a caterpillar turns into a Butterfly, it only lives for one more day?” Brother doesn’t dare question Sister. Sister knows everything. Sister can even count to one hundred. Brother blindly believes Sister for way too […]
Read more "ANTHONY LANDICINI – 2 POEMS"
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