Breezes bare a hairline. Small leaves blotch the gentleman’s hand like age. In the city his […]
Tupelo Broadside Prize
Myself, I am. A vessel in the shining condensation, ephemeral as steam, adores the breath that […]
God as Reflexive Pronoun by Susan O’Dell Underwood
Nights when our thighs stuck to benches and candleflies beat powdery wings on churchhouse screens and […]
Revival of Diana at the Church of Christ by Jacquelyn ...
You found it there were no arrows just trembling hands greeting people as they walked right […]
Lodestar by Diana Adams
If the poem could stop writing itself, it would. Ageless perpetua, carbon to stone, lead and […]
Avail by Julie Marie Wade
sometimes it’s a matter of dropping once again to my knees as if in prayer as […]
Flagstones by Steve McDonald
syllables & sighs. Oh, the sounds around us were just words (a warren of warnings) & […]
Hayden loved to climb to the summit on one of ...
Live trees mourn the dead ones, feed their roots for years : thin flanks of a […]
TO SPEAK OF ONE IS TO SPEAK OF THE OTHER ...
We traintrack We thunder to the dreaming men and I’m in the pool, loving […]
Brink by Anne Marie Rooney
Then something else, […]