By Ivan SnowaTranslated by Marc J. Elzenbeck I see you on the beach so healthywith umbrella yellow and the sunheating strong and rolling overinto my skin with pleasant panic. You’re with the babies smilinglaughing but beckoning me backfrom the waves where I’m drowningI snap awake and grab the wheel. Scraping the mile marker post47 just…
The Ladder
By Claudia Hollander-Lucas I love how history can teach us – if only we’d remember it for current times – especially with rising tension around the upcoming presidential election, (re)surging wars on a global scale, and democracy under threat. This alphabet poem is in remembrance of the twentieth century when modernist art-invention, feminism, two world…
After Snowmelt
By Yvonne Higgins Leach From Yvonne: This poem appears in my new book just released by Kelsay Books titled “In the Spaces Between Us”. “After Snowmelt” is my attempt to come to terms with what humans are doing to nature and the environment.
You in Preview (Paris in the Winter of 1913-14)
By Rainier Maria Rilke, translated by Marc J. Elzenbeck You who I foreseethe lost beloved who never comesI won’t know your favorite songsso have stopped trying to stopthe waves of your next momentswhich will surely obliterate this landscape. The cities, towers and bridgestwist and turn in their coursesof lands forever tremblingin the thrall of intermingling godswho…
The Bear King’s Lullaby
By Jane Valencia, inspired by the song “Binwag’s Lullaby,” lyrics by Debra Knodel Once upon a time, a Bear King lived in a great forest hall in the north. During summer and the time of abundance, he had many visitors to his hall – Deer, Chickadee, Raccoon, and Red Fox to name a few who…
Honoring Meadowbrook
By Yvonne Higgins Leach for Cora “Honoring Meadowbrook” is about a moment when my daughter, new to the area of North Bend, took me out to view the elk. Up against the wetland forestwhere bands of light fuse with frosty grass,the bull’s crown of points cuts the skylike a lapidary cuts stone.My daughter, new to…
Naked Are The Branches
By Antoinette M. Levine Autumn reflects – natural release cycles – that encourage a wise willingness to let go. Nature’s seasonal guidance inspired Ms. Levine to pen this poem.
It Was a Night of Psychedelic Canaries at Grandmother’s House
The baby screams in the house full of leftover turkey & stuffing, fries and pies potatoes mashed by another shrieker & his dad. Sleep settles into all the warm beds but mine. Awake as windows rattle I pen a poem. Stillness embraces all the others downstairs. Our dogs mumble in sleep, paws tapping. I imagine…
A Christmas Resurrection or “Dead Santas”
By Claudia Hollander-Lucas