“The boy with his shattered skull stitched
runs his fingers over the bridge
Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs…”
Lydia’s Song
“it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear
just sing and knead and roll and press
my purple pleasure”
Ode to Meditation
“I welcome you in.
Ban the banter.”
Marvels for Fisherfolk
The curiosity of stones
above gray-banded surf…
Villanelle for my Son
You cried because you dropped a butter knife.
Everything I do is stupid and wrong!
The Lawn-care Man Has Whitman’s Beard
By Ace Boggess No hat. Sunburnt, mud-flecked cheeks.He works hard, trimming bushesinto elephants, piling leaves,digging a trench by the fence linefor his own reasons. “What’s your nameagain?” I ask. He…
Summer Eclipse
by Sheila Murray-Nellis Every day for weekssmoke muffles the mountains.Particulate on the incoming breathflattens each hue to haze, as flames lick their wayacross the beetle-killed back countrystressed beyond endurance, sparkedby…
On Blue Mountains
by Michael Dechane The wind from the west is stillunmaking these mountains:each branch and blade tip pointstoward the sea, the sun that rises.From the summit I see around myself.See winter…