TINTINABULAR by Philip Kobylarz What is certain are possibilities. The potted weed might bloom. Cloud play might develop a sunset erratic, colored with the dust of the living. Days are to be clung to, lined up, planned as boxes in which they are encased. Calendar squares to be x-ed out because the nights are many … [Read more…]
TO M. AFTER SEEING AGAIN HIS FIRST PICTURE WITH SANTA by Michael Levan What was it made you stick a fingertip in your mouth, searchingly, as if you could sweep stubborn words off your tongue, write them in air and answer the man’s pepperminted question? Remembering how I’d wake you to watch … [Read more…]
SITTING BY A WATERFALL, I’M REMINDED HOW MUCH MY PRIORITIES HAD SHIFTED by Michael Levan I’ve heard this music before: white water’s roar over dam’s edge, batter of limbs caught between rocks chiseled smaller and smoother each day I’ve been alive, each day after, until they give way and let everything go downstream, carried along … [Read more…]
TENT by Sean Prentiss Hours after the sun has set into these dark Cascade Mountains, hours after we’ve slunk Off to our scattered & weary tents that sag From weeks of wilderness living & these Endless days of rain & snow, I lie in a bag That reeks of earth & sap & bar oil … [Read more…]
MOON IN THE HAYLOFT by Rich Ives 1. In the kingdom of the barn, below the cautionary woods, imagined falling talon and claw inside the rumbling stomachs of gatherers, each movement in its hidden nest, abandoned, fragile in its vigil, contemplated, not quite circular, like the egg, still waiting for something to fall out. 2. … [Read more…]