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...

The Beginning of Prayer by Sarah Katz

My father, tangled in the height of adolescence, wept outside Old Saint Paul’s Church as spring died, reading Desiderata. The poem lay inscribed in rock at the rear of the...

[POEM] I Too Would Be a Stone by Gregory Luce

“The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed To the river bottom Where the fishes come to knock on it And listen.” – Charles Simic I too would be a stone if only I could harden myself enough I...

The Shallows by Jody Bolz

A new poem by Jody Bolz, originally published in Bourgeon Vol. 2 # 3

Two Poems by Mike McDermott

Pas de Deux   In our choreography, Dad and I had three types of dance: the shower, the stairs, and the car. The shower’s dance was a slow kabuki-   like affair, where each...