Dawn Potter: Island Weather
headlights painting streaks of rain
on my pale window, and still
the torrent comes faster, faster—bluster, leak,
and squall.
Doug Anderson: Monsoon
Up river, the rich
are counting their gold
and hiring armies to protect them.
Molly Fisk: Devotion
The mergansers fly so close to the surface
their feet could touch it, banking up
from gray waves to paler sky
Robert Frost: In a Disused Graveyard
The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay
Video: Martha Redbone sings ‘Sleep Sleep Beauty Bright’ by William Blake
In an enchanting lyrical rendition of William Blake’s poem “Sleep Sleep Beauty Bright,” singer Martha Redbone blends rhythm, blues and soul with traditional Native American music.
Bhikshuni Ubbiri: A Voice Calling Back
84,000 daughters, all named Jiva, have died and been buried here in this boundless cemetery you call a world.
Christopher Bursk: The Necropolis of Tarquinius
We’d just discovered a new word—necropolis—
and now we wanted a city of the dead
of our own. But it was too hard digging life-size
trenches, so we settled for the flower garden
our mother wouldn’t need anymore.
Gail Langstroth | Running: Christchurch / Pittsburgh
—we know
hate-bullets halt
prayer, unleash grief/
death
Leonore Wilson: Adder
beast,
lonely disciple —
what exegesis of the heart
did you prophesize
Michael Simms: Tree of Life
God, like a lazy cop,
Never seems to be around
When you need Him
Patricia Jabbeh Wesley: Flying
When I grow up, I want to be a fish,
a big blue fish if I ever grow up.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: After a Night of Rain
So I stop my busy nothingnesses & sit a while
at my good table, by the white bowl
edged golden by the sun.
Ikkyu: Love Letters
love letters
sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon
Jose Padua: A Routine Evaluation of My Accomplishments at a Late Stage in the Middle Part of My Career
These years of love
have sustained me far beyond anything
I ever could have imagined; a dusting to
an inch of snow overnight on cold asphalt
resulting in a two hour delay is all part
of the good life.
