In the deserts of mid-July
I occasionally found a light,
cold and crystalized
Stopping Spring
Ice hiding in spent shade—
while sun gropes with blind rays past rust
Say James Baldwin was right
Say James Baldwin was right and white christians
only wage a dispassioned war against
this nation’s original sin. hands washed
in blood,
Out of the Depths
At the hard line where the trees begin
one darkness opens into another.
The memory of fire illumines the underbrush
with the brightness of all that is dying.
Lady’s Thumb
by Janice L. Freytag I watch the sparrows so many this yearplay in the lady’s thumb weeds,flitting up to landon the pink florets, ridinggravity down to the…
Hanging Gardens
by Paul Ilechko Curled and crumbled in uponas bee stung as lips turning from yellowbeneath the variegated purples that still holdstrong against the summer’s decay night will force recoverydrinking…
Snake Bitten
by Larry Pike Security camera footage remained uncleardespite the techs’ attempts to enhance it.Did Eve hesitate before she relentedand reached for the alluring orb dangling on a tender stem? Fluttering…
