BEES by Robin Ray
BEES
by Robin Ray
Steepest of Hills
Who can singwhen the water’s edged,mouths are paste dry,fruit trees stand barrenas virgin tides?
SPECTACLE by John Grey
SPECTACLEby John Grey YOU WANT ME TO COME HOMESure I miss the snow.That sunlight twinkle.The purity. The fineness.And this steamy heatis like a python squeeze at times.I laze aboutGet nothing done.It’s weather for...
LEARN BEFORE TEACHING by Edward Lee
LEARN BEFORE TEACHINGby Edward Lee
TO BE THE OCEAN, TO BE THE MAN
In the oceanI become a wavecrashing onto the shore,pulling sand and stonesback with...
EMBODIED SOIL by Sarah Conklin
EMBODIED SOILby Sarah Conklin
You never loved me, I was just a body.
I come home to dead flowers hanging on the wall, parched but aesthetically...
SALT by Robert McCloy
SALTby Robert McCloy
Old St. David’s (Cheraw, SC)
August pines and majestic magnoliasStand testament to centuriesOf weddings, Sundays, funerals;Gentle, torrid windAdorns the forlorn, silent yard.
LITTLE MAX MOUSE by James Padgett
LITTLE MAX MOUSE
by James Padgett
It was a warm, sunny day in Willowy Wood.Little Max Mouse ran as fast as he could.He had to get...
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATOR by O. Howard Winn
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORby O. Howard Winn HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORbut it is clearhe is really a Mock turtlefrom Capitalist Wonderland andhis song is a serenade tothe Red Queen...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse
HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it...
THE CROSS-TOWN by Eileen Valentino Flaxman
THE CROSS-TOWNby Eileen Valentino Flaxman The Cross-Townmakes its way in fits and starts, dayin and day out, from the east side tothe west and the doors hiss and thebrakes screech and people get...