Five Barley Loaves and Two Fish – a poem by Mairi Murphy

Five Barley Loaves and Two Fish Take my small offering Make of it what you will If it can expand the whole, so be it If you need it to increase, increase it But take it anyway, it’s all I have If you need to keep it small for a time I don’t mind, itContinue reading “Five Barley Loaves and Two Fish – a poem by Mairi Murphy”

Coronary Truth – a poem by Diane Elayne Dees

Coronary Truth My friend calls to tell me he’s had a heart attack. I pace with the phone, and through my kitchen window, I see the season’s first oriole, darting along the lawn as if nothing amiss has occurred. I listen to my friend describe the pain—the trip to the e.r., the fight with theContinue reading “Coronary Truth – a poem by Diane Elayne Dees”

Tortoise – a poem by John W. Steele

Tortoise What if you were sitting, folded forward, your legs stretched out along the ground, arms splayed beneath your thighs and wrapped around your waist, fingers clasped behind your back, shoulders clamped down by your legs, face down in the dirt between your calves? If you find it hard to breathe, relax. You’re no ordinaryContinue reading “Tortoise – a poem by John W. Steele”

Finitude – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Finitude Night’s forced air leaves fire to smolder in its pit like sleep’s barter— hidden prayer offered in the veil of smoke lifting— over- head.   M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).For the past  29 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.Continue reading “Finitude – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

History – a poem by Julian Nangle

History Feeble words fill the room’s dark duty Rain slams against the roof above their heads As two friends engage in final whispers One, immobile, placid, his face disfigured By loss of energy, by approaching death, The other, white haired, offensively fit. They sit together, close, one last time Reminiscing through bleary eyes Over pastContinue reading “History – a poem by Julian Nangle”

Daily Bread – a poem by Renwick Berchild

Daily Bread Inside the ache. Doused in the heat. The plastic Virgin won’t address me, her eyes cast down. I hear her sighs. I hear all the mother gods and idols sigh. The Gaia, Ishtar, Ix-chel, Chang’E on high draped in her nightgown. Gravity pulls the blood from my body, the unborn sinking fog, wendingContinue reading “Daily Bread – a poem by Renwick Berchild”