fine poetry to turn your world around
Jones —on reading Alex D. at Jones Beach State Park, Field 2 by Susan Barry-Schulz I took your book, Love, to the windswept beach. Grains of sand hurled themselves deep into its spine. Pages fluttered— feathers and pages, papery wings inked in fire. A single cloud slid across the bluest of skies, darkening the seawater, […]
When God Listens To Eve by Sarah Snyder It’s hard to be the beginning the one pulled from a cage of ribs without the sweet smell of milk or symbiosis of skin, that’s probably why he and I began our cleaving, arriving already long-limbed and flat bellied. The only sanity would be to sleep next […]
Glosa: On Seeing Your Poem Beside the Words of Others by Cathy Thwing I stay quiet until the sun flattens on the landscape, and the map of the day unfolds its long dream of innocence. — ELEGY BY MARTIN WILLITTS JR. (from Gyroscope, Spring 2022) “Who will read?” Five hands shoot up. Not yours. Decades […]
My Mother’s Superstitions (Bleigiessen) by Claudia Reder We were educated and superstitious, adoring black cats, uneasy about walking under ladders, yet climbing the rickety flight of steps to hear our tea leaves read. On New Year’s Eve platters adorned with marzipan pigs and Linzer torte, we’d spoon small amounts of melted lead into a bowl […]
