Monthly Archives: April 2010
Tire Fire by Amye Archer
I didn’t notice the burning rubber wrapping around us dancing behind us like a stumbling drunk. I didn’t notice the smoking leaves in early autumn the rogue neighbor burning his lawn in a rusted barrel. I noticed your shirt the … Continue reading
to be there by Scott Zimmerman
we missed the leaves changing. together we missed them. the reds the yellows the oranges. the leftover greens. the whole season gone in the time it took to drive to New Jersey.
The Polish Room by George Below
You can feel the pride, life, and history of community All this concealed in one Boleslawiec eight-inch plate Universal edge, touching its white rim Eyes moving in to a blue band Inside situated intermittently brown bars connecting on to An … Continue reading
On Wind by Scott Zimmerman
On Wind on wind. on water. rowing nowhere in a boat.
Before and After Agnes by Cheri Sundra
The 8 mm film is still partially covered with mud. For many years, it sat in a dresser at my grandmother’s house, next to the dike built to hold back the waters of the Susquehanna River. As a child, I … Continue reading
Polyphony by Rachael J. Goetzke
I. In warm dreams we were jumping off A music staff– Little black eighth notes hurrying along the pages. In our rushed coda We became polyphonic, Our flags becoming stems– My heart beating in tempo with yours. Tell Mozart to … Continue reading
An Essay on Murder by Joyce Chmil
Murder. That word evokes so many different thoughts. You might hear the word murder and think about something you might read in a Stephen King novel, where murder only happens under the most bizarre circumstances (and, for some reason, it … Continue reading
haiku by Danica Cooper
sun torn from the sky shines like a cloud in the dirt fallen summer light *** these sprinkles are pink they crunch like tiny Barbies on my cookie. Yum.
haiku by Ed Lupico
we are connected; Red thread through a labyrinth. I know where you are.
Selections from Haiku for you by Rachael J. Goetzke
I am a poet I hate it when the d.j. Interrupts the song ▪▪▪ The library’s loud Teeming from the clatter of People who need it ▪▪▪ Smile she said I did when I found myself Between the pages ▪▪▪ … Continue reading
