Poetry

Why I Live in the Forest

by Brendan Galvin

As though I had walked into some avian display, it hung on in profile to the outside of the livingroom screen, hooked in and as still as its effigy, hoping perhaps to escape notice, if warblers can hope. Already betrayed … Continue reading

I Came Here the Usual Way

by Holly Hunt

Like everybody else who stumbles in the flea market directionless of  fuzzy focus many bristle heads full of static I was also blown here by a lukewarm wind. And sometimes I will fall into a spell my reflection in a … Continue reading

Among the Broken Souvenirs of Earth

by Holly Hunt

Labyrinth littered with abandoned cups, no longer does a ring long hold a set and even it were to catch the sun the light would be too sharp in flashy glass of diamonds that may not really be. The key … Continue reading

Auction

by Lea Sydney

                                               i. If I passed their sway-backed house on a summer day, like anyone in town I’d hear Fred scraping his cherished rosewood fiddle, which is now just char. Hazel would be singing, no better than her husband … Continue reading

Gigantic Day

by Michelle Boisseau

We are bemoaning how the rising deluxe condos will bully the river when jittering toward us come irises rocked in a beaming woman’s arms. Then all along Millbank they come hugging froths and sprays from the selloff, blue dithers and … Continue reading

Dragon

by Michelle Boisseau

After Montale’s “The Eel” Dragon, siren, prima prima donna, she flickers in the cold crushing depths of the seafloor, on an earth without water or land, just acid seas that slosh above writhing rocks, in trenches and slits deep as … Continue reading

Five Fables from VILLAGE PRODIGIES

by Rodney Jones

HAWKS FLEDGING How quickly they come to their full bodies and never that protean instant of metamorphoses, only one day both were inexplicably large with the downy, white, otherworldly mien of the working children of the Depression Thomas Wolfe described … Continue reading