Before Dawn, the Crows

Before Dawn, the Crows

In cold darkness    calling from tree to treeLaughing at    our foolish dreamsCrooning love    in a long lost keyFeathers at once    oil slick and tricksterSwitchblade beaks    and talons like fish hooksEyes of blown glass    tricked out in starlightEyes like deep...
Interview with Margaret Rozga

Interview with Margaret Rozga

In addition to being a poet and a playwright, you are also a Civil Rights activist. How do your ideas from one realm influence another? The short and simple answer is probably that both activism and creative writing involve seeing, being aware beyond the obvious,...
Janus Calf

Janus Calf

Born in an Illinois barn, that two-headed calf   became a coin Frank flipped through World War Two,   judging heaven from  a foxhole. “God loves evil…   goodness too,” he testifies  while pouring beer, half   of him still watching one head blink a minute    longer...
Twilight:  A Haiku Assay Sequence

Twilight: A Haiku Assay Sequence

Not looking up at  those lugubrious geese who knows if they looked   Perhaps someone saw their underglow there riding in sight of twilight   This kind of light holds on for more all the more re(peating) our arrhythmia   Some crepuscular time it takes some time to be...
Twilight:  A Haiku Assay Sequence

Dolly

  Old age, she thinks—what a strange thing to happen to a little girl. Her hands, which nothing passed through unchanged, feel gnarled. Her knees, which broke in half when she prayed to double her wisdom, wander as she walks. Her body seems to forget some of its...