Gail Newman, 2015 Poet

Trust The country between us has no borders. The barbed wire has been cut. The walls decimated. The moat drained beneath the bridge. I cross […]

Jane Kos, 2015 Poet

Point Counterpoint The musician plays a requiem for winter Fingers crawl crab-like along the bridge of his cello Wildflowers bloom in cement crevices Roots of […]

Erica Goss, 2015 Poet

Irresistible The bright rich flavor, the singed edge of fat. Your teeth know what they were made for, your eyes focus, facing forward. Watch how […]

Kirk Glaser, 2015 Poet

 Anti-Ode to Ant Lion What romantic named you Pair of mandibles Nub of body Like a pencil’s broken tip Backward scrambling In an accountant’s nightmare […]

Rachel Gellman, 2015 Poet

A Song To the little boys who dance in their mothers’ high heels, to the ball-bouncing tomboys, to the old couples sitting on lawn chairs […]

Janice Dabney, 2015 Poet

Guitar as Tree The teacher of my “Starting to Play” class tells us shifts in weather create a need to tune one’s guitar: After all, […]

Len Anderson, Poet 2015

Who Is That Singing?  At least I can tell who’s playing the drums.  Each drop of this rain comes from one river and longs to […]

Hen and Pastry Bag, Patrick Daly, Poet 2016

Patrick Daly, 2016 Poet

Work —after a portrait of Robert Howard, whose father, a firefighter, died in the World Trade Center Sept 11, 2001.  (From  “Faces of Ground Zero”  […]