Chore by Alison Prine

Chore by Alison Prine

Art: Torment by Robert Ferrier Chore She couldn’t say who closed off from whom, or when the tangle of bright forsythia at the side of the house thickened to impassable. There is a cry in the cold engine. And a cry in the hairdryer behind the bathroom door. A cry in...
An Un-useful Witness by Alison Prine

An Un-useful Witness by Alison Prine

Art: The day after 13 Nov. 2015, Paris 11ème by Boré Ivanoff An Un-useful Witness Through the car window I saw them load a man onto a gurney after they carried him out of the encampment. I had not seen the incident, or observed the precipitating factors. I was on my...
Summer Again by Alison Prine

Summer Again by Alison Prine

Art: Alison Prine Summer Again when we turn away and busy ourselves we forget the sky when the sky is forgotten, it stretches past the edge when the edge recedes clouds tint to red when clouds tint I feel a nearness, as if we have spoken when we have spoken it seems a...
Muse by Carol Stewart

Muse by Carol Stewart

Art: Keeping Your Cloud Afloat by Frederick Nitsch Muse Forget daffodils – we poets have gardens full of narcissi, one drop of rain or dew and our shallow cups runneth over a mirrored mosaic on our neighbour’s drive.   And what a buzz to find another...
From the teacher by Alex Duensing

From the teacher by Alex Duensing

Art: Abstract by Alex Duensing FROM THE TEACHER Whatever it has been said we’ve been, those words shall be shifted in the hearts of others– as the bread of our days may be only as it’s always been: the nourishment of others; when they recollect us, they but...