After Raoul Schrott The sound of running ˙ upheaving of gravel˙ upwind he asks Where are you hiding ˙ the leaves are old˙ like winter at my feet ˙ falling ˙ though I am far…
Browsing Category Poetry
Aubade by Jacob Newberry
After Raoul Schrott Dark when you came ˙ sky the shade of dying trees ˙ your voice in the forest was the color of melting pewter ˙ heavy with impurities ˙ it tasted of minerals…
The Dilemma As Established By Boltzmann (by Shaun McGillis)
Why have meteorologists such difficulty in predicting the weather with any certainty? —Henri Poincaré He got himself fired for a dream today, or was he dream fired? Heat’s out now, anyway. And deadweight fear,…
The Way Across Water Is Under River by Shaun McGillis
Three dogs barked. A field of yellow lilies trembled in a breeze. The bridge settled in silt at the bottom of the Sandy River. There will be more, I am sure. The…
Tonguing My Tumblr Dashboard by Chelsea Rebekah Grimmer Kachman
Exquisite: tonguing tongue- ing ton- ging ton- gue- in- g *** *Angels: we have heard (on high)* when we pass through one another:…