Monthly Archives: March 2017
J D DeHart
Fierce Rhetoric Are we so wrapped up in the cloud of how words work that we don’t stop to listen? I pause at the end of the debate and think who could have been persuaded by tirade and bluster? Then … Continue reading
Shadwell Smith: Two poems
Finding Dad in the Garage He turns up at intervals, mostly unannounced, just long enough to stall his permanent departure. He can still surprise. Make dramatic entrances from the back of a wardrobe. Whisper in my ear, That’s me. Back … Continue reading
Tony Mott
Lost Property Sands, tangerine along the shore swallow unseasoned waves their relentless march deterred, victories lost amongst the swell and heave of crusades fading light. Death is my husband I go where she calls me tracing tides margin in search, … Continue reading
Johnni Stanton
Wonderful Voices Do not still those wonderful voices that speak to me. Every time another goes my heart misses a beat. Divine actors and singers of a creativity most miss. Twenty sixteen was especially painful I know. We all do. … Continue reading
Harrison Abbott
By Daylight Where is the violence? It never leaves, far, Beyond our approach Or settled eyes, Wavering in the loom. How we spread our Droopy tiredness And liven our horror By daylight. Each inquisition Alters chronology like None other, and … Continue reading
Bridget Khursheed
The seed drawer The handle of a trowel, matches that won’t strike, soft pellet boxes nibbled by slugs, keys, a bird’s claw And seeds that can’t grow. The spinach with which we planted our first year: it produced eternal crop … Continue reading
Joanna M. Weston
MORNING PAUSE this in-between time when sky edges vermillion threaded with amber when life burns low and quiet while the earth turns me into wakefulness this dream time on the blurred edge of morning I wait wait for the spark … Continue reading
Peter Richards
Breakfast Club Wall I know I rise like dust, I know the ways the river and the forest fence maintain their limits and their difference – a stand and a delineating flow about the landscape, being sometimes close and sometimes … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 