Ottava Pacific Maritima: Seeing the Pacific for the First Time Its vastness cannot be fitted into any box. —Joyce Carol Oates This cold
Tag: Poetry
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
Three Poems By Gwen Hart
Isn’t It Something? What is it in my face, my hair, my walk that’s reminiscent of Harriet, Genevieve, or Ruth? All the old men
The New England Smokestack Speaks of Her Decommission By Colleen Michaels
The New England Smokestack Speaks of Her Decommission Those who knew me, will tell you I was fantastic at puzzles: hard scrabble, crosswords –
Mass By Ted Morrissey
Mass You and your brother were Catholic School boys, which meant daily mass—in the ways of the Romans, who crucified Christ. You didn’t care for the sixties’ reforms, the new rituals felt cold and
Grand Little Things 