Poetry
Jan/Feb 2019
Ode, of My Country
In the afternoon in the burn-off they fired the cane fields. The bride stepped out the front door, entranced. Hours went by so she could see the heavens appear abruptly […]
Poetry
Jan/Feb 2019
The Tailor’s Requiem
This man, on the warp unravels the threads that would need the bias to shape the fabric (then) they call for the cutter to run his shears down the path […]
Poetry
Jan/Feb 2019
Harvesting
They go down the hill, their baskets filled with apples. One onyx-green apple one wax-red apple: and behind them apple trees. The kestrel’s shadow going down the hill between the […]