Lithe Hills By Richard King Perkins II

Lithe Hills By Richard King Perkins II

I’ve colonized your outer planets deliberately   with grand expressions and dark portals of insanity.   Mercifully, April prays uncontained as the sun falls distinctly   in tremulous waves below the horizon and your discrete aspects are revealed;   lithe…

Untitled by Simon Perchik

Untitled by Simon Perchik

Easy, this lake sheds its bark and each ripple makes room :birdcalls and the sky almost raining wider and wider –a great tree fallen on its roots and each splash leafs out dead rids itself and those same footsteps passing…

Third Story Roof Sitting By David P. Miller

Third Story Roof Sitting By David P. Miller

It’s so geometrical up here. Our house is flat-topped. The other summits in view make a child’s drawing of peaks. Wedge tops and gable triangles asphalt-shingled in shades of charcoal, brick oven browns, forest greens scarred from exposure. Up above…

So This Is Starrigavin by Kersten Christianson

So This Is Starrigavin by Kersten Christianson

The ocean on the western side, estuary to the east.  Paved road meanders across the bridge, like a grandfather with an old story   to unpack. A walking path flanks the road, gathers broken bits of mussel shells, deer vertebrae,…

Who Gets to Live Here by William Doreski

Who Gets to Live Here by William Doreski

Cats on the loose, sizzling, hissing, rubbing each other raw. You in the kitchen chatting with a famous Chinese poet whose work features on scrolls and reproduction pottery   peddled in gift shops everywhere. His purely suede expression suggests he’s…

What the Land Teaches by Chila Woychik

What the Land Teaches by Chila Woychik

Some mornings, the moon plays off a rising sun, lingers in a lightening sky. In Native American tradition, each month’s full moon was ascribed a name representing a characteristic of that time of year, for example, January’s Wolf Moon and…

Venetian Hands By Timothy B. Dodd

Venetian Hands By Timothy B. Dodd

Unwashed dip into pockets hugging fat thighs on tourist boats, snatch loose locks on shop gates — thief   Warmed hold the blowpipe to shape liquid fire, manipulating elements, a key from Murano lights transformation —glassblower   Smoothed from Conakry…

The Geometry of Birdland by Karla Linn Merrifield

The Geometry of Birdland by Karla Linn Merrifield

You dream you would hammer your scorn into perfect circles from on high like the iron wheels of a predatory night hawk. You would prey on any isosceles triangle within grip, rip it into angles of judgment as acute as…

Removal By Phil Huffy

Removal By Phil Huffy

Such uneven walls, long abided though aged. Just look at the old place— a snug place, a small place, offering solace, a tepid bath, a quiet meal and granting the view out back to familiar scenes.   Some cold comfort…

A Windless Journey To D by Bruce McRae

A Windless Journey To D by Bruce McRae

A poem about a man trampled by starlight, his ropes creaking. The man as a red berry crushed between god-teeth, a blood-fat flea, his bones carved into dice, man-guts fluttering like flowery ribbons, the Black Lord’s soul-clamps straining to be…