William Wenthe: Prophecy
In the predawn of Monday, I woke, dream-heavy
with a feeling of fate—like memory, but more
like remembering forward
October 3, 2024 · 7 Comments
Charles Davidson: The Road from Eden
The secret is in the vigil of watching and listening…
April 9, 2023 · Leave a comment
Kim Ports Parsons: I Can’t Write a Poem with a Gun
a fox steps lightly into the yard,
and shakes off the dew from the meadow,
and cocks her head, nose quivering
March 6, 2023 · 14 Comments
Jane Satterfield: Fox
the fox
is interloper, is fur of russet
and iron, is light-footed, is real
in my alley
December 6, 2021 · 5 Comments
Molly Fisk: The Fox Laughs at the Hounds
voices chorusing woods and fields, ringing
off the stone walls she runs beside, light
and fleet, silent as new snow falling through
July 3, 2019 · Leave a comment
Carolyne Whelan: Fire Walker
When the lights went out on Swinburne Street, little fox, you were a coruscating brilliance in our dark. My bike against the railing, I hovered— shitty guardian angel who would … Continue reading
August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment
