Poems from Light, Moving by Carolyn Miller
Childhood Rivers You must approach them slowly, for they are rimmed with green fur and slippery stones. The smell of them rises up and you walk through it, like velvet curtains parting. The pebbles clank beneath your feet, and dragonflies sail by, purple- blue and iridescent, and the fur stirs in the green water, and…Read More
Poems from What I Stole by Diane Sher Lutovich
What I Stole I stole endlessly as if the center of the universe were all mine. I stole brazenly, stripped off my clothes to steal gazes, entire pages from the encyclopedia, attention and time from teachers, glances from mirrors. I stole others’ ideas, my father’s succulence, Snickers bars from the five-and-dime, a seat in the…Read More
Poems from In the Right Season by Diane Sher Lutovich
It’s About Time Today I want to invite the dead in, show them to a well-padded chair, offer a cup of chamomile tea, finally ready to listen to them talk about pain, narrowing of the spirit. When they were dying, each of my joints was a well-lubed machine part, stomach ready for chocolate malts, stuffed…Read More
Poems from Again by Lynne Knight
Prologue While we slept, such heavy rain swept past it shook the last roses loose. They lay smashed on the deck this morning, their petals scattered like big white tears. I shouldn’t say a thing so sentimental. But there they were. And you, my father, so long dead, why should I not expect you to…Read More
Poems from Snake at the Wrist by Margaret Kaufman
Tree of Life, a Triptych I. The tree, its branches laden one of them propped with a forked pole to support the weight of nectarines. Rising from ice plant on the slope, a mist of fruit flies. II. Small devotional: in a pool of rotting fruit quail devour the windfall. III. A woman carries…Read More