A Stand of Swamp Maples in Purcellville, Virginia

by Brian Brodeur

Click to hear Brian Brodeur read “A Stand of Swamp Maples in Purcellville, Virginia” From the window you can see which trees I mean. I used to have a view for twenty acres of pine and poplar woods, a cattle … Continue reading

Love Poem from the Wrong Side of the Rain

by Lynn Powell

What would April do?  Tease hidden meanings from the bulbs, raise the stakes and double my entendres, and bet all my roses on the bottom line. But it’s the season of embarrassed trees, the modest charms of leaf-rot and briar … Continue reading

Conspiracy Theory

by Elizabeth Langemak

In Arkansas the red-wings go down, nearly two thousand slapped out of the night. Beaks pointed, wings drawn to their sides as men shot from cannons, they land unseen, on their sides, like pepper shook out on a small Southern … Continue reading

Coming Home

by Alice Friman

Click to hear Alice Friman read her poem, “Coming Home” Early March, and a pale sky tightens down spiteful. What clump of green there is seems vulgar, out of place, superfluous as last year’s newspaper or the curtain in that … Continue reading

Speaking of Belief

by Alice Friman

Somehow the mimosa, chopped down in all her grace, has produced an heir. The stump has delivered a twig: a wee surrogate big in bravery, tribute to no one but a dead mother who believed. This faith business, a mama’s … Continue reading

Barn Gothic

by William Wright

Red as a cardinal in winter, it leans ruined in the gray field, form falling against a sycamore, its older, wiser wife. Closer in, a fox den in the hay tunnel light where green eyes haunt the nearby woods and … Continue reading


by Eric Weinstein

Click to hear Eric Weinstein read his poem, “Petrichor” The Russians seeded     the clouds over Belarus    the morning after Chernobyl     the forest for thirty kilometers round in a ring bloomed a terrible red and died     for thirty years or so … Continue reading

Home Economics

by Kathryn Stripling Byer

circa 1960 Now girls, look carefully at your embroidery stitches. Blind stitch or hem stitch. Back stitch or chain stitch. Don’t forget whip stitch. And French Knots. A good stitch reveals a wife’s  character. But what if I did not … Continue reading


by Kathryn Stripling Byer

We used to steal roses. Not to mention the usual zinnias and batchelor buttons. We stashed them in woodpecker holes, arranged them in cowpies.  Dinner’s served, we announced to the cud-chewers. The old women scolded us. No blossoms left for … Continue reading

First Day in October

by William Wright

A gray leaf enshrouds the earth. I think of how the rain shifts eastward into Carolina, how the clouds siphon highways of any least shadow. Where is my father but on the moss- ridden hill of his yard, the leaves … Continue reading