Margo Taft Stever – Changeling
Changeling Now you have come out of yourself, removed your skin, my mother, my changeling, who has known so many selves, so many shapes. Now you have come from yourself, my mother, my pupa, emerging from the chrysalis, my changeling, saved from the caw, the drunken froth. Can you truly have forgotten what you were […]
Pamela Wax – A Prayer of Jerusalem for Yehuda Amichai
A Prayer of Jerusalem for Yehuda Amichai Hope is a memory of the future. —Gabriel Marcel On full moon midnights I meet the dead poet at David’s Gate. His satchel bulges with leather-skinned pomegranates bleeding juice. The tourists, there to walk the ramparts, look past him to the tower. I am not […]
Carolyn Oliver – Three Highways
Three Highways Dusk: two boys single file carry themselves, their arms crescent moons under trees humbled by moths’ winter webs. Bulbous, tumbling out of the rockface, ambuscades of ice. —— Half-broken house lists into another spent field. Geese battalions muster over the marsh. Beyond the reeds an islet of ice, eyeful of a piano webbed […]
Lee Jacobus – In a Boneyard in Galway
In a Boneyard in Galway In a boneyard in Galway I stepped into an open grave the grass above my head, invisible, a vacancy waiting for me. It was my fall from grace, a shock as I penetrated the darkness. I never felt so Irish as at that moment looking up at the cloudless sky, […]
Amber Flora Thomas – On a Sunday
On a Sunday I have suspected all along that I would forget you. When pressing the water out of a teabag. When a hummingbird slips its head in a fuchsia flower and pees a silver thread as it exits. When following a path along the bluffs to a cypress worn in the wind-shape of clinging […]
