Rhododendron, Winter by Joan White

Rhododendron, Winter by Joan White

RHODODENDRON, WINTER A troupe of ghosts stand in abeyance─ radiant energy we feel but cannot see. A naive bud, abiding spring. Guilded, like the age we live in─ a thin gold leaf of wealth for a few. Greed, and fear of losing. Leaves curl backwards into themselves,...
grandfather by Clark Chatlain

grandfather by Clark Chatlain

grandfather for a betta fish your gaze swims out to nothing. I watch from the other side as your body shimmers cerulean behind the plastic pane of the tank, caudal and ventral waving behind you. Cortázar once took our cousin’s place in the water but I cannot see from...
A River We Call Snake by Carol Davis Koss

A River We Call Snake by Carol Davis Koss

A River We Call Snake “A river we call Snake….” “Because it winds?”   “Because it coils and strikes ─ Because it is a viper   Even in summer when its small islands   are sequins its fangs ─ only folded   Behind them...
CORKS OR DRUMS by Marc Janssen

CORKS OR DRUMS by Marc Janssen

CORKS OR DRUMS The wet seconds of the Anaphorical Clock Grind the day into mud.   And each is the same. The same breakfast followed by the same phone calls, the same news and the same plastic ravenous news people. The same lunch followed uncomfortably by the same...