Edna St. Vincent Millay: Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
Sharon Fagan McDermott: Carrie Furnace, Pittsburgh
The light is water driven through old gears and red lights sweep the streets looking for the lost while flaking brick simmers in itself like stew, and black graffiti … Continue reading
David Huddle: My Presidents
The nation formerly known as the United States of America has revealed its new name –– Trumpiana Unum Aeternitas. —Fox News, June 22, 2022 . Roosevelt, Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, … Continue reading
Elizabeth Romero: Angel
It is night I am here On my street in this warm kitchen At this bright table I put water on for tea it is wonderful To be here the … Continue reading
Video: Mexican Handcraft Masters/Glazed Pottery
. HERNÁNDEZ CARLOS FAMILY / GLAZED POTTERY Directed by Mariano Rentería, Mexican Handcraft Masters is a documentary series about the different methods of working various types of crafts in the … Continue reading
Karla Lamb: Chiapas, Mexico
Chiapas, ten years old. Morning hummingbirds, rainforest canopy. Where monarchs land on my arm, & don’t fly away. Adobe house on a hill. Three rooms, no doors. Where two holes in … Continue reading
Video: Billy Branch and the Sons of Blues — As the Years Go Passing By
. You know my love will follow you As the years go passing by Give you all that I own That’s one thing you can’t deny… . “As the Years … Continue reading
Elizabeth Jacobson: Welcome
When I get to the hospital I see that someone has sent my grandmother a big bouquet of pink roses and the card reads: Welcome. Nana laughs and sticks the … Continue reading
Federico García Lorca: Simple song of the first desire
In the green morning,
I wanted to be heart.
Heart.
Doug Anderson: I am eating my shame
The dishes are scattered around me and the dogs won’t touch the scraps. You who have condemned me take back what belongs to you, for you are not pure. If … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: Singing Canyon Sonnet
I have to say something about the blue grasses by the side of the road, the red rock rising behind them, a lacy kind of scrub juniper, yellow-green in afternoon … Continue reading
Daniel Burston: Prayer for a Dying Planet
Honestly, sometimes, I envy the dead, Those dearly departed, whose exits, however peaceful or wrenching, Were always underwritten by the knowledge that Life endures, and that Hope of Eternal Life . … Continue reading
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Briar
A friend betrayed me yesterday. I loved him for his rage, hungers & big flat feet he stomped . as if he wanted to leave imprints everywhere he went. I … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Leaving the Theatre of Dreams (for Peter)
Tonight I walk through spring sadness, the nostalgia of dreams remembered and foregone, familiar places where we wrote our own epitaph, misspoken lines and rooms seen in the wrong light … Continue reading
