by Phibby Venable There is a panic of loud voices and low growlsbut the child stays hiddenShe wears her red sweater the laundries have worn softShe is drenched with anxiety and wipes her sweaty handssoftly in the hair of her dollShe is wary of hands & hurt Hidden beneath the…
by Kevin Snell He was forty, although in the river he always seemed much older. He came at the hour before dusk, when the sky bled bruised brass and the water netted all that fading fire. He was Kevin, Sergeant Turner at the time—of the 82nd Airborne Division. In town, folks didn’t ask much….
by Megan Hodges The fields remember what we meant, not said:your laugh between the rows, the dust, the hush.Some love stays quiet long after it’s fled. We named the stars, then crawled into the shedand kissed behind the rake, so young, so rushed.The fields remember what we meant, not said….