by Diya Abbas | Nov 11, 2024 | Magazine Article
I called 99 namesand the wind whispered yours through the west rib of my faith. Through the east rib, our hands joined in prayer push out a newBeloved, could I lay you gently on my Butcher’s stone so our blood can stream like pearls down the corridorsof relentless...
by Bob Wake | Nov 11, 2024 | Magazine Article
Saukfield in late August gives up the ghost of summer with abrupt abandon. End of day temperatures drop with sudden coolness like an American Spirit extinguished in a leaf-clogged swimming pool. Not much of a swimming pool. An inflatable vinyl ring that holds the...
by William Stobb | Jul 31, 2024 | Magazine Article
ache index high at the marsh today one caddisfly larva in its jeweled casedrowns stop all the clocks sinks millennia into sedimentreminds me of tortured and hanged girl dumped in Uchter Moorsixteen for so long then uncovered reconstructed so we knowa sister daughter...
by Holly Hilliard | Jul 31, 2024 | Magazine Article
It was the first day of seed collecting at Weber Marsh, and Andy was at the barn early to intercept any overeager volunteers. He had already crossed this mid-September day off his desk calendar; only eight more Saturdays to go, after this one. If an early snowfall...
by Emily Bowles | Apr 19, 2024 | Magazine Article
life isas if Elizabeth Bishop wrote it,and the poem is on repeat repeat repeat: loss, a violent form.loss, of violence formed.loss, a violation of form / meaning form meaning brings(and grief knows no form). This is not a villanelle,but I am still losing keys,...
