Having Made My Beds
by Joannie Stangeland

Under March skies, palette shifting white to blue, I arm with steel, rusty teeth, hack, attack the thickets— no prince in search of kisses. From one stick—sucker— grows a rose, cane and thorn a bitter plenty, brief bud. Oh, cloud of my neglect—fierce bluster surges to there and here, battle for light, a tangle. More … Continue reading Having Made My Beds
by Joannie Stangeland

Light Will Come,
by Joannie Stangeland

April hides in a wing where a duck tucks his green head, mourning’s night long still and you haven’t felt yet what sun can conjure, the stars daffodils make— tin bucket blooms a constellation while petal snow drifts from ornamental plums before it rains. How to carry on through early squalls, the stiff damp. Too … Continue reading Light Will Come,
by Joannie Stangeland

Joannie Stangeland

Joannie Stangeland is the author of In Both Hands and Into the Rumored Spring, both published by Ravenna Press, as well as two chapbooks. Joannie’s poems have appeared in Superstition Review, Crab Creek Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, First Water: Best of Pirene’s Fountain, and other journals and anthologies.