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Poetry
Poetry
While It Is Still Dark
While still dark enough to be called night, / yet just before dawn, I think of you hundreds / of…
Ellen June Wright
Poetry
The Merry Love the Fiddle
I was 58 before I learned he used to fiddle...
David Black
Poetry
Having to Live With
Sometimes it's your sleeping form next to me / your fingers curled at the nape of my neck...
David Morse
Poetry
Practicing Steadfastness
When I ask myself, âWhat is devotion?âI find that my answers are all verbs: to kneel and kiss the ground, and then rise…
Lisa Lundeen
Poetry
The Leader
He comes The Leader with much applause / and turning of heads and scraping / and bring out the candles…
Nancy Thomas
Poetry
The Dreams that Shake Me Awake
FJ Poetry: âHow might I name the thunder / rumbling inside the landscape of my heartâ
Michael S. Glaser
Poetry
Some Days
Some days I want to tell the newscasters I donât want to know about the brown-eyed little girl missing from…
Colette Tennant
Poetry
The Second Blizzard
"At the supermarket, a friend stopped to talk about his flight back to the island..."
Joan MacIntosh
Poetry
Dinner in Westport
"For dinner this evening / Iâll take the Serrano ham and sheep cheese..."
Peter Moretzsohn
Poetry
Monument
"Your eyes are cells of shadow. / Your hands are empty...."
Anne Myles
Poetry
Lifeline
"It was the little old ladies in tennis shoes / who saved my life when I was young.âŠ"
Pamela Haines
Poetry
These Times
"These times have left us nothing to defend, / And Rigel arcs its way into the night. . . ."
Charles Thomas
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