by Rachel Hadas | Apr 17, 2020 | Poetry
For my grandfather, Lewis Parke Chamberlayne “ . . . so-called periods of transition (if all periods are not so) –those centuries when a new religious or political systemis growing up amidst the decay of the old one . . . ” —L.P.C. Since the contagion isn’t...
by George Kovach | Jul 20, 2019 | Poetry
In the attic of this hundred year-old housethe gable window stares dry-eyed into the sun. Years ago, careless and in a hurry to finish at the topof a tall ladder, I painted it shut from the outside. Now it won’t budge. With the heels of both handsI press against the...
by Alexander Levering Kern | May 18, 2019 | Poetry
Iraq war protestors. Feb. 15, 2003 JFK Federal Building, Boston, March 2003 After days of drums, chanting, and frightened planningwe sit, quiet, on a scab of concrete,blocking the spinning doors of war.My animal eyes fix on the officer’s belt,quick breath awaiting his...
by Judith Baumel | Mar 5, 2019 | Poetry
Friend! This year the olives will be late, it has been cool. Cool? I’ve never sweltered like this. No. This is what cool means. We pick by hand, putting in ventilated boxes in the shade to press that very day. We know what Abbas Ibn Fadhl thought he knew...
by Elisabeth Murawski | Feb 18, 2019 | Poetry
I wake to dark sky and heavy rain equal in an hour to 30 inches of snow. The emergency signal blares on the radio.Flash floods.People strandedon roofs of cars.Stay off the roads! House-bound, I pick upwhere I left offin Remarque, his bookabout the...
by Stefan Lovasik | Apr 18, 2018 | Poetry
KIA near Tchepone, Laos 1971 February’s tired handcloses around the lilies.The night air like silk,streams of still waterhold the rotation of starsin your eyes. You arefeather, black wingabove the wounds,above the stripped brownmountains and treesthat wave their...
