Poetry

Spring 2004

   
  • Slivers by Marcia Fairbanks
    I remember racing into the woods up over the hill behind my parents’ house. High summer smell of baked pine needles — spills we called them — brittle under my bare feet, ready to ignite. I run fast, heedless, headlong until my childshape on the ground looks like a blur of movement...

  • The Sixth Swan by Leah Bobet
    My swan song
    For a silent sister
    For the wind's sweet flight
    For impulse
    For dreams
    My swan song...

  • Taking Sides by N. M. Brewka
    A helmet in a war zone, the turtle straddles the yellow line, the narrow safe center of the dangerous world into which it has scrabbled, amphibious detail invading from the pond’s black depths the flat black surface of impenetrable tar...

  • Reminder by Eric Burger
    while driving
    on a dirt road
    30 miles long
    that leads
    to one dinosaur bone...

  • Have You Ever Seen Someone So Beautiful? by H. A. Fleming
    "Have you ever seen someone so beautiful?"
    He says, turning to me
    He is drinking Mike's Hard Lemonade
    I am drinking whiskey straight...

  • Astrophysics of Missing You by Doug Tanoury
    At the center of our galaxy there is
    A black hole so massive
    Fifteen million of our suns
    Could fit within it...

  • End of Sanity by Esther E. Wheatley
    It's when
    you start to take
    metaphors literally
    and words hurt...

  • But She's the One by Christopher Owens
    Daddy was an even brew of coal and sweat
    except on Sunday mornings
    when his skin radiated a magical mixture
    of Brut and Dawn dishwashing liquid...

 

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