THE WOLF’S WHISPER I felt I couldn’t last long on bristle alone with this broken heart, these broken bones so I carried the weight
Tag: Poetry
Two Poems By Daniel Patrick Sheehan
The Last of It Sweet November, that fire beyond the trees Is a tree itself, an oak in glory, The last to shed, the last
Two Poems By Brendan Faithfull
Soon There will be a time when the fires are stopped, a time when the pits are not dug for fuel and when each of
Two Poems By Dan Campion
Colossus He’s going to fall, like Ozymandias and all the others. That’s what giants do, the same as anyone. They’re just like us, though
Swept clean By Linda Copman
Swept clean The matted earth does not resemble anything, smelling as it does of damp depths, of tombs, of flowers. I breathe in its
Two Poems By Diane Lee Moomey
The Work of Words Your villanelle assures the break of day, subdues green eyes beyond the fire’s light— my sonnets hold the roofless dark
