* * * Wrenched from their lives in the warm south, what flits through the minds of migratory birds on their journeys north? North of Durham, some get battered by…
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The Splendor And Misery Of Bodies And Cities My father falls asleep to the export of the American smile. A homeless man lectures the air on the DNC. “Everything is…
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* * * A poem should have birds. All of them are mimics, opera singers, warriors. Pure spirit. From my deck I see a dove pace circles around a pit…
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A man plants himself to study a leaf and feels the wind is filling it with will, not the voice from the white noise. The man reads his intentions from…
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landscape crag deep in these rolling hills red sand worn smooth glass wall arroyo wild reckoning of rainfall congregation iron belly, iron rot milky way candlelight world…
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Caravan My Oblivion Drawn in the Dirt Carolyn Guinzio is the author of six collections,…
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Gray sheets, grime, chill of metal. Smell of ancient burned toast. What’s a home anyway? Outside, a nest fallen from the tree whose roots heave the sidewalk. Why doesn’t the…
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Exiting The Mantrap * Ayeh Bandeh-Ahmadi is a writer and economist based in Washington, D.C. In 2018, her literary work was short-listed for Redivider’s Beacon Street Prize and for the…
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Wind Chimes with Birds Prisms of Jell-O green glass soft clang, three metal crows rest and sometimes dance in Autumn wind, permanent residents who will not decamp to a foreign…
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THE FALCON The falcon floated above the treetops On my birthday, Hovered in equilibrium Before it plunged As if air Were endless. Again it rose, And soared, and dived, Braking…
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melon light fracturing mosaic of birds or bats, obsolete telephone wires; debris along dusk, husks in a wild field bordering a house lit angular, Hitchcock. what is/are the root(s) of…
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I watch one hundred Cedar Waxwings drunk on berry ink write in cursive all the scripts of the world. They graffiti the sky, the trees, the roofs with syllabaries, abjads…
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Future Weather or Beside the State Capital There’s a history that I’ve known and neglected for torment that can’t be let go. There are song birds that throw their voices…