Olga By Matthew Voscinar Those brittle bones, like old branches, crackle under her own weight and barely bend. She lies underneath floral sheets and trembles. “They’ve locked me in here,” she says. The door is wide open.
It's just poetry, it won't bite
Printmaking
Nancy Scott McBride’s most recent poem to appear here was “It’s Just Poetry. It Won’t Bite.” (August 2016) Printmaking By Nancy Scott McBride 1. When he was quite young, my son showed me a fossil he’d unearthed in our yard. It was a small gray stone with the imprint of a tiny perfect shell recessed in […]
What I Learned From Stamps
Max Reif’s most recent poem to appear here was “Back Then” (August 2016) What I Learned From Stamps By Max Reif The tall ships of childhood, stamps gave me the world. My favorite one, from Italy, showed a woman with a walled city atop her head. There were dazzling triangles with Finnish bike-racers, Angolan cheetahs, Croatian […]
Sunrise
Sandy Patton’s most recent poem to appear here was “After the Rain” (April 2015) Sunrise By Sandy Patton Splendid silence at dawn. Savor brush of breeze on skin, feather-light caress. Splashes of waves rush to sweetly kiss shore awake. She arrives in shades of shimmering golden light.
The Searing
Murray Dunlap’s most recent poem to appear here was “Now” (August 2016) The Searing By Murray Dunlap In time I would see And be heard How much desire can be Pent up And the delay Of gratification Sears my faith I muster the strength To believe in spite of it Because of it It hurts My […]
Latest Podcast Episode
