Category Archives: Poetry

Sam Barbee Midnight Rainbow A late-night cloudburst releases glitter, shimmers the dim street. From our porch, we watch a full moon appear.             Your eyes stare around the edge of your new book. There is a lunar eclipse tonight.  Hmm, I … Continue reading →

Sara Backer Volume Only when I walk the narrow trails of the woods can I hear the past. No background noise but wind and the liquid melody of a hermit thrush— the bird I’ve never seen.   I catch myself … Continue reading →

Zebulon Huset They Came in One Huge Wave Like a susurration of starlings the alien ships swirled across the sky in intricate patterns, close as bumbling bees swarming yet never colliding. Our planes weren’t destroyed, but avoided by the beetle-looking … Continue reading →

Lauren McBride I’ll Cry Later the sound of hail     struggling into     an oversized spacesuit     yours, my love pounding our tiny star ship     ship’s air leaking     seconds left     to seal the suit hull breach     raging micrometeor storm     ripped through my suit … Continue reading →

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 →