Carolyn Gregory: Listening to John Coltrane on my Mother’s Death Day
Swirling, confident, those sax notes stretch and blow
above the drums, full of his blue notes,
fifty years ago, new as now.
May 17, 2019 · Leave a comment
Matthew Thorburn: Two Poems from “A Green River in Spring”
First Light . The sun breaks like an egg over everything east of here. Stop stop, enough enough, the sparrows say—or that’s what Lao Wen says . they say in … Continue reading
April 11, 2015 · Leave a comment
Matthew Thorburn: Cicada
. Where do the bees go in winter, their hives shuttered in ice? When spring rains tear down the spider’s web, she strings up another. It seems the same cicadas … Continue reading
December 19, 2014 · 1 Comment
