Category Archives: Poetry

Manuel W Balaguer-Cortés Kinnordy   At Kinnordy, the loch is old and her memory intact: She remembers her former dominion where she spread out, large and long, in wetlands and water courses. She remembers how far then she could feel the … Continue reading →

Richard Weaver The Stars are watching us with intense interest tonight, staring back as we stare at them. The James Webb telescope has gone live a million miles away and made life on Earth as mundane as Velveeta cheese. It … Continue reading →

Denise Dumars On the Shore A black wind slows the movement of the frosted, ink-dark waves two moons tell tides in tug-of-war strange shapes both dead and living decorate the distant dunes. Sere sluggish beast appears to know just where … Continue reading →

Ann Thornfield-Long Big Rig Off Dauphin Island, AL  They that go down to the sea in ships that do business in great waters; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For he commandeth, and the … Continue reading →

Chris Wood Twilight Pulses Nimbus clouds shroud and veil the sunset. Orange and violet halos, shadow the lightning, silent and electric. Fuchsia splashes the evening with memories      ricocheting    like electrons across time, scattering images of you. I remember your dark … Continue reading →

Marge Simon  Missing On a morning stroll I see my mother in the impossible now, fused with misted sunlight. She stands quietly in a bright almost dress, a bit of fashion unbecoming even if it were real, but she’d never … Continue reading →

Arden Eli Hill Boudreaux Responds to NASA June 2079 (Earth) The sweet water of Europa. The golden sphere of Io. Send someone other than my descendants. We are still dirt-bound, wrestling with the bones of our dishonorable ancestors. To be … Continue reading →

Nikolas Macioci Time on the Moon It’s a measure of skill to walk on rocks. You ask where is everyone else? They’re shining down on you from behind Earth’s picket fence. They’re looking at your light through their dining room window. … Continue reading →

Joshua H. Gage   The Scribes of Thutmose III             In memory of Alberto Tulli The scribes of Thutmose III dip their reeds and scrawl the rumors across the papyrus weft, writing what they are told and keeping silent. Riparian … Continue reading →

Ann K. Schwader Deep Vision Farther & still farther through the void, we strain our gaze. A golden telescope unfurls against the infrared, deployed by deep field dreams. Incompetent to cope on one small rock, yet clutching enough rope to … Continue reading →