Kything

Katherine Simmons   Elusive Wood Thrush scarcely seen, you and I weave this woodland path in secret. Your flute notes rise, beguile me as I dream. A quick flit – my eyes flash, I glimpse your wings – you pull me through these vine-draped woods where like you I...

Of Hope and Doom

Thomas Dunne The doctors say it’s time to go; The tumor’s spread confirms it so. Prepare yourself but pack no things, what lies beyond you soon will know. O! Astral spirit gird your wings, though to this earth my body clings, no matter how I love this...

Gnossiennes

Johnny Payne   I don’t know Satie; never went to Paris, speak French when all other words have vanished. Piano murmurs soothe us while they scare us. The notes cascading slow can make my skull bust but gently, as when eggshells slip off cooked flesh. I don’t know...

Namesakes of Tragedy

Kelli Lage   Shakespeare, why have you cursed our namesakes? Lovers propped on stage. Earmarked to perform unbecoming at the stake. until audiences learn to bleed— palms engaged. My body, a mayhemed witness of his fictitious death. Masses ransack terror from our...

Ballad of the Nightcaller

Fern G. Z. Carr   Mildred Witman was along in years now living on her own in a Gothic Victorian manor once her marital home. She was prone to fits of nerves so in the dead of night the shrill ringing of the phone awoke her in a fright. With pounding heart and...

Before Deer Season

Matthew King   I had a conversation with a deer this morning. I talked; I hope she listened. She was still, half in, half out of the clear, one eye in the shadows. One eye glistened. I said she’d get herself shot if she stood there like that, some little alder...