Category: Poetry

by Elizabeth Fisher   In a space before the world began, where The Steppes and the plains were silent bare, Beginnings tickled synapses – a tongue  Was touched by a prehistoric vowel: “Ah” The world was born – “he’smi”[2]...

by Laura Lund   There is a wildness in my soul.    Sometimes I wonder if the  Drumming beat inside  Is beckoning me to dance  Or to howl  Or to run away from man-made meanings.    All I know is-  Sometimes,   My heart beats...

by Preston Ellington   Born pressed ‘n squeezed, clasped           down as a fearful boy, needing the strength a heavy heart can’t give           trades in his very joy. To be alive, is to be able to die–          ...

by Hannah Reynolds   It’s like gravel gathering deep in my gut, long, laborious gasps for air. A sharp stab straight to the chest Maybe it isn’t my chest, after all.   It’s the constant, cutting questions The when, and...

by Brian Longacre I am an old child beneath these towering trees, whose limbs scrape sky, pick cotton clouds that slowly crawl across more slowly crawling mountainsides. These old, Southern trees, raised by ancient water and...

by Aimee Kling   Belatedly, I thought to ask you about it – I was standing in the yogurt aisle, bleary-eyed on a Thursday, running through my never-ending list  of where and when and who to be, and I remembered that time on...

by Alec Chilkotowsky   grass saturated in dew, woken by the warming early day rise. the horizon lay reminiscent under guise, shrouded under a thick haze of coolness settling in the open valley. the surrounding presence is...

by Lauren Agrella-Sevilla   Full moon bright in the sky And sleep – uncharacteristically – does not come. We are all of us witnesses to this bright light in the dark: The black bears I saw today – a mother and her cub – and...