Category: poetry
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Breakfast in the Mourning
Written by Greta Scheff Art by Greta Scheff At the secondary space I rarely called home,the rotten motel became my groundsfor pioneering through unworn territory.Through stubborn blades of grass,there she was: solid garnetwith an ink-blotted back,so still, as if anticipating my rescue.I put my new friend in a wooden boxfor…
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My Cousin Asks Me About College
Written by Parker Rogers Art by Parker Rogers For Mila, and all of her muchness. I am teaching her to embroider. The family bread recipe is rising in the oven. “You’ll like it,” I tell her. “It’s a lot of fun.” “Fun? How is school fun?” She asks me. Skeptical…
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Time of Weeping
Poem by Hunter Ramos Art by Lute Campbell There would be a time of weeping—but I could not see it from the sea.The rolling blue meets white waves of sand,And you teach a boy the secrets—of a lifetime on the deep.In your hand, an orange and white pole,And a hook…
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The Old Colossus
Written by Audrey Orenstein Art by Christopher Chapman With apologies to Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus” Adorned in a becoming shade of greenAs silently on Bedlow’s does she standThat gentle girl of Jersey fame is grandBut nowadays, her liberty’s unseen“More than a statue of copper and steel”To quote the Frenchman…
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Reflect Me Bronze
Written by Leah Baker Art by Lillian Anderson “We weren’t supposed to be able to see ourselves,” say the believers.Animals and humans weren’t meant to know their own visages,and humans may have lost something whenwe began to polish bronze flat and reflective,setting the stage for future collections of hand mirrorsand…
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Nature
Written by Lillian Anderson Art by Lillian Anderson the feeling of staring at a mountain or landscapewhether it be open stretching meadowcraggy rock faceblanched desert sprawlnorthwest forest reachingand finding comfort in unfocused gazelike looking into the eyes of someone familiaryour grandmother, or friend with no effort to make yourself anythingbut…
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Untitled
Poem by Lillian Anderson Art by Lillian Anderson sitting idle under dust blanketdarting eyestensing, bracing,clinginganticipationof thundering roarimagining beast barrelingcinching neck between jawstotal decapitationclutching at my throattrembling, picturingchange emerging,or more like barging, in,rearing andsnarling clattering slobberinggnawing incessantrumbling roaringtrampling new buds flat and tearing open huge hole—beast pads in silently;unnoticed over the…
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Desolation
Poem by Lillian Anderson Art by Lillian Anderson the sloughing off of many layers,degrading rapidagainst the blustering, grinding downto nubwalking down the same street,recognizing vague forms,seeing no similarity.every person emerges from their hole,claws out a chunk,hefty in their hands,real meaty earth piece.soon dissipating between fingers,sliding past grasp,back to dust,for someone…
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What Makes a Narrator Unreliable?
Poem by MacReady Byrd Art by MacReady Byrd I will spend a lifetime becoming and exiting, The vivacious narrative of my doing. Donning frills, flowers, glittery shoes We’d tie our hair into pigtails and wear laughter like a certain demise. Things could be simple then Girl Cute. Smile wanes and…
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Amphitrite
Poem by Owen Connor Art by Hadley-Rae Balmes I met the beach that night alone Isolated and deranged When there!—you rose up from the sea You were Poseidon’s wife estranged I stumbled down into the sand Level with the seashore reeds You donned a corset of sea life And bore…
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