Poetry
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Appleseeds
by Christine Fellows
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— Marianne Moore /
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Stillness interrupted — ...
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Midlife
by George Murray
You preach to your choir, /
I bitch to mine; our metastatic /
Zens combine to make /
liars of everyone ...
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Species of Dust
by David Huebert
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. /
White dust of finger-bones, milled in flesh /
Pestles, and the ...
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Rural Pantheon
by Sarah Wolfson
An ad’s gone out in the village pages /
for Minor God of Incandescent Rages. /
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Likewise sought is someone ...
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Need a picture for the obit
by Kim Fu
In their wedding photos, /
my mother resembles a doll of herself, /
painted and straw-thin in tablecloth lace, / ...
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My Old Man
by Robert Currie
“Get a job,” he used to say /
when I was up till midnight, /
red-eyed, nervous, burnt out, /
cramming for ...
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The Watchwoman
by Anna Moore
I hope to retire in the village /
of heavy-headed children, /
the off-balance boys and girls /
who run with ...
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Abandoned
by Maureen Hynes
Someone tore the hands off a big round clock, familiar /
as a classroom clock & abandoned it in the weeds / ...
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Land then Water
by Sue Goyette
The cheque refuses to be cashed without being thanked first. /
One cow has skidded down the meadow and tipped over. ...
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Barometric Pressure
by D.A. Lockhart
Always start with poems about places /
that sing themselves as if they were a whir /
of mid-august heat bugs. ...
