A Dog’s Life
Mary Kavanagh
My dog likes to play games
Like chase, fetch, and eat the slipper.
There’s another game called “If you go out
Without me I’ll trash your room.” Continue reading “Mary Kavanagh, Winter 2017”
Mary Kavanagh, Winter 2017
Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad, Winter 2017
Red Fox
Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad
He called the red fox cunning,
in demeaning tone, critical of the
trustless mammal with limb bones,
as if he were not the huntsman
with no fixed abode, shadowing
untrained prey late evening,
leaving carcass abed early morning;
flesh unsuspecting, martyrs long
for the feel of his brilliant fur,
tiers of red, unsteady shades like
manic waves of fire,
veiling the scope of his skin Continue reading “Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad, Winter 2017”
Changming Yuan, Winter 2017
The Irony of a Snag
Changming Yuan
1.
You have long since died
But you will never fall
Standing deadly among leafy growths Continue reading “Changming Yuan, Winter 2017”
Mary Buchinger, Winter 2017
Snowstorm
Mary Buchinger
and after begins
the art of subtraction
the digging to find
what was before
cars follow plows
blinking yellow
along temporary-walled
salted paths
but the river practices
addition lying still
folded into blankets
quiet and absorbing
in this world white Continue reading “Mary Buchinger, Winter 2017”
Marjorie Maddox, Winter 2017
Two Sets of Clerihews by Marjorie Maddox
Literary Clerihews
Marjorie Maddox
Shakespeare
has an ear
for lovely sonnets.
He must know phonics!
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Edgar Allan Poe
loves to scare us so
with thumping hearts beneath the floor
and ravens squawking, “Nevermore.” Continue reading “Marjorie Maddox, Winter 2017”
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