by Dorisa Costello
There is no one
to greet the morning
with me, but a mourning dove
who’s lost her mate. Continue reading
There Is No One to Greet the Morning
Filed under Poetry
Every Day is a Holiday for Some
by Molly Anne Blumhoefer
I thought about not going, but I knew I had to show my face, to pretend. It was workplace politics. I sat with more than sixty people in concentric rings around a large conference table for a holiday celebration. We ate potluck foods from plastic plates on our laps: deviled eggs, green chile stew, potatoes, vegetables, salads, beans, tamales, cookies and pies. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
oh, wouldn’t it be nice
by L. Acadia
the one road
rings the island
I think the people don’t want us here
glare when we pass,
double on electric scooters
they’d never wear helmets like we
(do) like colanders
in terms of porosity and peril Continue reading
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The Bridge at Washington’s Crossing
by Therese Halscheid
Old and awfully narrow —
it never seems like it will hold those who cross.
This is always the case. Cars almost graze each other,
everyone folds in their sideview mirrors, everyone moves slow
must endure the rattle of the steel grid, its open grated floor. Continue reading
Where Basalt Meets the Sea
by Topher Shields
At the headlands,
basalt hums—
a low warmth
held in stone.
Wind lifts
the koru of flax,
and the air tastes
of salt, of split ehu kai. Continue reading
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