Mike Cole With You (for Christy) At Horseshoe Lake, a pocket of snowmelt, you swam in the rain, and on the other shore those hikers in their ponchos leaned on walking sticks and contemplated your abandon to cold water. Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of […]
Read MoreSoumya Rampal Magnum Opus I read Plath and I wonder if she wrote to Death on a sunny day, when everything was bright except for her insides – “dying is an art” she said, her first and last attempt. Soumya is trying to be more forthright.
Read MoreStephen Cramer Distraction In the museum of picture frames, try not to be distracted by the paintings within: incidental lily pond, subsidiary nudes, minor skies blurred by the dizzy churn of stars. Stephen Cramer teaches writing and literature at the University of Vermont and lives with his wife and daughter in Burlington.
Read MoreMike Cole Glacier Point Moonrise Tonight the full moon will climb the curved shoulder of Half Dome and we will stand at the lip of Yosemite Valley and watch as the miles of spires in the east are tinged in pale silver Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in […]
Read MoreJohn Fritzell On Yom Kippur Taking confession through a curtain of cattails, the wren winks at me. John Fritzell plays with words in Appleton, WI and first shares them with his two labradors.
Read MoreMike Cole Black Flame The last time you came to me the night broke into black flame and I breathed just once before I rose like windborne ash and swirled to meet you where we both became the same idea. Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains […]
Read MoreJ.R. Solonche Fence Deference Although the rails have fallen and only the posts are in the ground, four stand-ins for a fence no longer recognizable, I’ll leave them alone, for this morning I saw a goldfinch perched atop one, flickering like a flame in the wind. J.R. Solonche is the author of 25 books of […]
Read MoreAlexandra Sweny You Are Impossible to Write Love Poems About I don’t want the distance of a metaphor: Just you, as you. Alexandra Sweny is happy to be here.
Read More