Monthly Archives: May 2016
Tom Montag
LAMENT: LATE WINTER Wind again in the cedar bouncing snow off the bough. All we know is darkness now, wishing for a breath of spring here at the dead end of winter. These nights fall heavy on us. Let me … Continue reading
Sudeep Adhikari
An Akron, Ohio Kind of Day Right here, a heaven in disguise right now, a moment singular everything smells incense, and reciprocates the silent celebration of one-ness. and here I am translated to everything without that neon lights blue, those bar codes on … Continue reading
Samuel S. Williams
Lunar It strikes us like a ball from Wembley arching across the starless sky. Clouds break apart allow it to reach through like a fingertip dipping into the atmosphere. We talk werewolves, and howl with laughter at the slipshod shadow … Continue reading
Mary Franklin
Night Watch We bury him the Ojibway way facing east. His body seated in the grave, we fold his arms and hands across his chest, rest his head against both kneecaps. Near his right ankle we place bannoch and a … Continue reading
Eileen Farrely
Morning After (In the Garden of Eden) Together, yet still unfamiliar, prolonging their finery, and the fragile coupling of the night before, they weave through Sunday morning streets in search of common ground. And breakfast. Daylight, shadows and sunshine, opens … Continue reading
John McIntosh
Dandelion and Burdock For Asad All across the world and down through time, Blood, soaking into earth, births flowers. This is a pattern scored deep on our skin. First blood, then flowers. Some sequence in our DNA remembers And repeatedly … Continue reading
Bethany W Pope
Hippocampus and Amygdala The water of Lethe is clear and sweet — You don’t need to remember the barn, or the closet. A draught of the past will reduce you to meat, Pounded blood-and-bone, steaming on hay. Treat Trash like … Continue reading
Mary Soon Lee
RETURNING Through darkness, King Xau rode with his guards, changing horses at every way station– hurrying the startled staff, following them into the warm stables, that smell of horse, of hay, of leather as he helped tack up the horses– … Continue reading
Beate Sigriddaughter
IF Because you didn’t love me, I went to Ireland and took long walks on the shore, passing fuchsia and reeds each day. I watched a lioness in Africa stalk in the early morning. I wrote lyrics as soft as … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 