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Poetry

Cancer Is Not Cosmic Justice

Cancer is not a ringing bell,a queen of spades. Cancer is notyour mother’s hand-me-down, strung likepearls along the lymph nodes,smoky quartz clustered in the caving lung,

Poetry

Kissing Marilyn Monroe

Richard Roe

I’m sitting on a park bench noodling linesfrom a Billy Stayhorn song, Somethingto Live For, “watching the noon crowds,”when a woman bumps me with her hip.“How are you,” she asks, and I choke

Poetry

Kindergarten Graduation

Peter Burzynski

Mom said, Kiss her hand.I didn’t want to kiss my teacher;especially not on the bulginggreen vein of her thin hands.I think she had red hair. She waskind. She sent a memo home:

Poetry

Incense and extinguished candlesScent my small-town Saturday night.Post-benediction, our priest returns to the rectory.Stained-glass filters church light into the dusk.A mourning dove signals daylight’s departure.

Poetry

Dead Porcupine: No Metaphor

Steve Tomasko

I came across a dead porcupine sitting on its bellylooking asleep—his only sign of injury a crookedand bloody nose—and thought perhaps I’d get a poemout of it—this corpse I nearly stumbled over

Poetry

Alligators in the Basement

Jeri McCormick

My brother and I conjured a swamp of black water,filled it with saw-toothed specimens, upping the anteof our basement games. Any trek downstairs

Poetry

Poetry Class with Ellen

Janet Leahy

Poems swing from the clothesline strungbetween earth and skyShe wears the soft shawl of sunriseher words like silkrunning through our fingersan offeringa melodic string of pearls

Poetry

Divorce Day

Nancy Bauer-King

Afraid I will fall in love againwith his honey-colored wisps of hairand sturdy sinewed armsI wear a new red dressa fiery shield from regret

Poetry

Head Cheese

Nancy Bauer-King

In dim lightGrandma sits at her tableshaving fat and fleshfrom the pig’s skullswick swick swickher knife slicesthrough bristled skinpast cartilage and brain