Dear Readers, This issue provides a testimony to the imagination and diversity of voices within our poetry community. I came…
The Barrels As we curve and climb beside the low white guardrails, two empty steel barrels boom and rattle in…
Aviary The birds told me everything. They still have another song. The mockingbird sat on my shoulder to whisper imitation,…
City River, Portland What are we to make of this passing flow Spanned and re-spanned Ploughed, scoured, straightened, hemmed in…
The Show While the exquisite lady sings a heart-rending ballad out on stage, the dancers in back are frantic. "My…
What a friend said to my face one afternoon, at my own kitchen table --with a line from Lynn Emanuel…
Reading W.S. Merwin “A Note from the Cimmerians” I look up something rustling in the garden I move quietly to…
That Red Bird of Love —after Diane Seuss, “I Look Up From My Book| and Out at the World Through…
Girl Flesh Glows It’s Saturday night and I pull the rollers and silver clips from my thick curly hair, feel…