So the Road Was Cut by Women
by Marjorie Saiser
I am grateful, especially to the ones whose names I don’t know and can never
Common Plants of Nunavut (II): Mountain Sorrel
by Caroline Goodwin
MOUNTAIN SORREL
Oh the myrtle so bright. The eyeslip, the bee.
Still and know. And how sad I am, and for days
on end. In 1962, they burned the village to the ground.
Your pots and pans, your baskets, your planks where the sun
rays touched first. I gather up the rhizoids. When I am brave enough
to walk … Continue Reading ››
To the Ghost Of Humid Nights
by Mary Moore
You’re so light, sister bird-foot, you gust
and whistle up hill and down the side I
can’t quite see, where the ridges resurrect
the mist. Days, the woods gather
the warm and humid cool sets loose,
gray-blue pearls a girl might wear or be,
sway and drape, slow-dance the ridges mother.
Sister who was, then wasn’t, ghost story:
I’ve seen you … Continue Reading ››
The Lake
by Richard Terrill
after YeatsI’m getting up soon, and going to the lake, where my father’s cabin leans toward the north, more chinks between the logs than last year’s newsprint could patch, old kitchen pots on the front room floor to catch the roof’s leaks. I’ll catch black bass after dark in the lily pads, and each day my father will talk … Continue Reading ››