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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Fullness of Aging: Autumn’s Showy Bounty

12.11.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Fullness of Aging: Autumn’s Showy Bounty By KJ Hannah Greenberg Bottle gourd or butternut breasts, Watermelon abdomens, Hair like leeks gone wild, As well as vines of veins plus capillaries, Designated to pulse, surface, burst, Beyond the staid domains of “maid” or “madame,” Evidence crones’ shiny new growth, Elders’ […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Mating Dance

12.10.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Mating Dance By Christopher Roe Pheasant’s ringed neck and feathered finery. Peacock’s splendid robe of a hundred eyes. Stag’s antlered rack of many points. Frog’s throaty pouch of sultry croaks. Macaw’s outrageously strident colors. Firefly’s desperate midnight semaphore. And frantic mayfly’s brief moment in the sun. All male poses, […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Window Shopping

12.08.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Window Shopping By Dean Olson Some of us give the window little more than a sideways glance that lingers. A hurried upward lift of the eyes that hesitates as if startled seeing bright colored birds. Others stop. Stand for a while. Look, try to sort it out,  our eyes turning […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Time Could Melt Away

12.06.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Time Could Melt Away By Julie Ellinger Hunt We eat sushi in the dark on a cardboard box  while Coltrane sings about love. Then kiss on satin sheets lying on scuffed hardwood floors that would later shine for Mom when she comes to visit. Your hand behind my head. My […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Best of Us

12.05.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Best of Us By Galit Breen A breeze wisps my hair, cools my cheeks. Sliding off my flip flops, I cross my toes on the porch railing. The sturdiness of our home–worn wood, peeling paint–roughs against my skin. I don’t pull away. Bonfire remnants–delicious and smoky and crackling and […]


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