Driving to Juniata by Katherine E. Young
for David Hutto
Up there’s the interstate, peeping through trees.
Down here among hollows, satellite dishes,
a man on his deck guzzles beer, wishes
he were driving that highway. His fancy...
Haiku by Charles David Kleymeyer
Haiku Haiku
haiku moment —
most pure
before words form
swallowing cherry blossoms…
will I compose haiku
with a japanese heart?
loon skimming still lake
above its own image —
wordless poem
soul of...
Working Farm for Sale by J.D. Smith
The hives have gotten through another year—
I’m sure you’ve heard of the alternative.
Buy soon and you can have the Holsteins here.
No guarantee of how much milk they’ll...
Complicity by Carol Poster
Caught in the gusting wind,
a swallowtail flutters ahead.
The lights are red
for eight lanes in each direction,
leaving a vast emptiness
at the heart of the intersection,
except for a few...
