Practice: Non-attachment My mother’s sewing cabinet is a beautiful piece of furniture, filled with threads and bobbins, scraps of fabric and favorite patterns, along with […]
Category Archives: Poetry
Arlene Biala, 2016 Poet
Mingus Among Us Mingus weaves and I think I want to dance with him I want to fuse sax and bones with my fingertips Is […]
Anne Cheilek, 2016 Poet
Regarding Velvet Ropes Rothko wants you close, regardless of smoker’s breath, crows’ feet and corrosive finger oil, not even roping off stretch marks or spider-veins. […]
Nils Peterson, 2016 Poet
With Motherwell by the Sea There is no such thing as “accident” really; it is a kind of casualness: it happened, so let it […]
Robert S. Pesich, 2016 Poet
The Stomach what we call our trawler does not stop at night. It continues to growl, hiss, and pitch for the next catch, our search […]
Mary Dederer, 2016 Poet
One of My Deaths Driving on the coast late at night, unable to sleep for dreaming, headlights opening the road far ahead, farther it seemed […]
John Nimmo, 2016 Poet
Love and the Train The train has a track maybe love has a track but no love has anything but a track it goes any […]
Terry Adams, 2016 Poet
Fear of Flying I will daub my eyes and cross my tears. I feel like I’m free-range mayonnaise and beers. And forgive while the pun […]
Patricia Zylius, 2015 Poet
Slant Memories Here’s my grandson, lanky, not quite a teen, standing one foot crossed behind the other, full of his grandfather’s genes. I see Tom […]
Robert Perry, 2015 Poet
Pale Trees of January Do not forget the train the panes of glass with a face in every one The smoke in the sky […]