Arête – a poem by Jeff Burt

Arête I am, the voice said, speaking from the charred figure of a small madrone, a lifeless thing. I’m spent, not simply tired, exhausted, but empty, un-animated, without. I did, and did, and did, and now I’m done. I know you came for inspiration, for certainty in spite of your disbelief, for one more fiery […]

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Omens – a poem by D.A. Lucas

Omens The ancients saw omens in the stones and how oddly they settled after the storm. Observant of how the frost collected on the timbers that eventually they lopped down, their splinters spelling doom. They told of harvest by way of firelight, their grins reflected from the blood that pooled at slaughter; and trembled when […]

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