by Luci Shaw Between generous fields of ripe cranberries andthe gleam of corn stubble we drive toward the base ofSumas Mountain, a stutter of gravel under the tires.Roadside, the vine…
Category: poetry
Forgiveness
by Peter Grandbois In the end, there is mostly exhaustion, And wine like blood in this webbing dusk, The scavenger wind playing its fearful song. It’s not too late to…
Go Out and Play
by Russell Rowland To the diffident little boy who is my soul:white birches hold out their limbs to you,black flies can hardly wait—it’s all good—go. Put on your worldly shoes….
The Heart and What We Mean by It
by Jody Collins Securely tabled, the bodyawaits a scalpel ready tomove in. Sure-handed surgeon,knowing aorta versus vein,cavity vis-à-vis chamber,approaches life-savinginfinitesimally. He leaves the stories just below,housed within the heart’s memoryas…
Wilderness State Park Epistle
by Ken Meisel Because the winterberry’s knuckles have glowing red berries on them,& also small corsages of green leaves pinned like wings to fingers, & the gnarled shore oaks shiver…
In The Presence Of So Much Water, Hagar Tries To Remember Thirst
by Rebekah Denison Hewitt Genesis 21:19 Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the…
The Places We Inhabit
By Yvonne Nguyen i.Wild grass grows golden, tall enough thatI cannot find my own feet in front of me.Sometimes I lay down,invisible in the dead forest of my own front…