American Gothic Shadows are shifting on a fresh cut lawn, on an afternoon torn between cloudy, sunny. High summer’s drifting, both here and gone. At
Tag: Poetry
For fear of flight By Scott Schonfeldt-Aultman
For fear of flight For fear of flight I cage my soul, and starve it near to bones Watching closely, guarding-like As it burns like
Her Language Candesces By Robyn Leigh Lear
Her Language Candesces Moon glow surrounds the campsite— where memories are mad in the dark and waterfalls form clouds of fractured perfection. Mother said, Be
Two Poems By Drew Pisarra
Yttrium Why did the weather turn cold and drizzly driving us two to seek shelter inside? Why did we neck until I grew dizzy? Why
The Bucket’s Gist By Ken Gosse
The Bucket’s Gist There was never a lack for a lad and a lass of good reason to climb up the hill where they’d pass
Suite for Santorini By Alex Miller
Suite for Santorini I. Sunlit lacquer: a swimming woman’s skin. Ochre trumpet blossoms curl over an icon-painter’s door. Bright towns darken, eclipsed by a cruise
Grand Little Things 