Autumn In an orchard of foggy lamps, maple and oak, clouds that entwine, fragile on summer’s edge camps the sun on a thin-lipped line.
A Mother Tries to Speak English By Steven Pelcman
A Mother Tries to Speak English The words come out crooked as if gravity does not exist, syllables floating in space then hooked on
Two Poems By Richard Jones
A Villanelle I will never write a villanelle— The French have a different kind of voice. Though villanelles are loved in both heaven and
Ottava Pacific Maritima: Seeing the Pacific for the First Time By Susan Swartwout
Ottava Pacific Maritima: Seeing the Pacific for the First Time Its vastness cannot be fitted into any box. —Joyce Carol Oates This cold
Two Poems By Carolyn Adams
Ocean of Storms We were born to the winter, cold moods and gusts. Why do we love lingering ruin? We know the damage runs
DRINKING NECTAR By Ozota Gerald Obinna
DRINKING NECTAR Mama Nnuku! Its four years your daughter drank nectars and shut her gate over our faces ___ what kind of mother drinks and
Grand Little Things 