by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
by Naomi Ruth Lowinsky Red River sing us a drinking song Summer’s spell broken Sing of the way we used to be When we swam in each other Swam in you Before Drought exhausted the garden Before Fate rode in On a Night Mare Breath labors Blood stammers Bone…
by John P. Kristofco midnight orphan, stepping like a deer outside the woods, come to taste the buds beside the stream, soften stones, veil falcon’s prey, lay back on the grass and gaze into our souls, skittish at the sun like birds, too light to fall, too soft to…
By John P. Kristofco silent but for wind against exquisite bones, bird that flies alone along the same line as in days of brighter sun, before the coming of the night and snow, before the blue lament of letting go
by Daniel Potter A pond, the depression where Many a Summer’s inflatable pools were laid, is now A sheet of silvery ice and a downy blanket of snow. Grass still green and Autumn leaves lie beneath As crystalline relics, sugared memories An inquisitive child Tosses aside both itchy, blue wool…
by Joseph Mills The Unfinished Work For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863… – William Faulkner, Intruders in the Dust I had been to Gettysburg before,…
April is National Poetry Month, and, to celebrate, The Penmen Review is having a Book Spine Poetry Contest! So, what is book spine poetry? Use the contents of your library and arrange book titles to create a poem. You can see examples here: https://bookriot.com/2012/10/26/the-best-of-book-spine-poetry/ To enter, take a photo of your…