Unfailingly One day in each October comes an hourwhen suddenly, through trees gnawed by the wind,you hear the trains again. The summer’s poweris finally finished when
Sestina to Rotgut Booze By Shelby Stephenson
SESTINA TO ROTGUT BOOZE What’s more important than rotgut booze is my father’s love of it and my love of his rosy cheeks and
Third Day By Mark B. Hamilton
THIRD DAY Sand speaks to starlight; water caressesthe stone; wind steers past its gibbous moon. Below the snaking turns of Dogtooth BendI camp in a cottonwood grovewhere
After Writing, After Frost By Sally Zakariya
After Writing, After Frost But I am done with apple picking now. – Robert Frost Because the winter ground is hard and bare, because
Three Poems By Marly Youmans
Reverie The end of anything that’s beautiful Is never found; is like a bottomless Lake of clarity with pebbles falling; Like dream-born faces we
NIÑONELLE By William Snyder
NIÑONELLE Fargo, ND, 2015 Sixty degrees in mid-October—this year’s so-mild Fall, arranged, they say, by El Niño. And soon, winter, the warmest maybe, ever
Grand Little Things 