by Eric Paul Shaffer
A dead fish means more, without me
telling you the finny stillness on ice
is uhu or aku or ahi. That’s good eating. Continue reading
Author Archives: alannasolomon
Surge: A Task
Filed under Poetry
Dancers’ Moving Day
by Sharyn Skeeter
From the novel Dancing with Langston from Green Writers Press
The jerk sat with his fingers tapping on the meter, waiting for his tip.
“Lady! Look, I can’t get the cab through. They got that truck blockin’ the street. You gotta get outta here.”
“Get out here? Are you kidding?”
This wasn’t good for me, but he was right. There was no way into the side street, past the construction truck and parked cars. I had to lug out from the back seat the old blue suitcase and plaid carry-on that I’d brought for Cousin Ella’s clothes. Continue reading
Signs of Spring
by Daniel Lusk
For some, it’s a robin.
For him, a spider in the sink.
A yellow birch down
across the lane, white slush
a hand’s breadth deep,
floating on the mud.
Filed under Poetry
Waiting for the Diagnosis
by AE Hines
Lying with the man I love,
I muse about a farm
high in the Colombian mountains,
where terraced slopes of coffee
meander valley to peak
and disappear into mist. Continue reading
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The Mare and The Storm
by John Grey
I strolled through the alfalfa field
circled by panicked insects
and with a storm slowly making something
of the warm, too peaceful, air. Continue reading
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