by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…
By Barb Ariel Cohen Traceless sky Much in motion The heart looks forward And close within Clarity everywhere Moves like physics The heart lives lighter Inside the skin Within this moment The universe The still vibration Of time and place The clouds all know this They rise and fade Form,…
by Barb Ariel Cohen The uncomfortable world waiting Beneath my breastbone, held Like stale breath, while the truth is this: A world blooms dancing at my every glance The old captivities die hard Resist yielding, lace themselves into My tight-fisted hands with cloying insistence Hoard tears behind my eyes…