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...
Shared Bed by Maryhelen Snyder
Grandgirl, you are in my bed now, and in all of it.
You are horizontal and your soccer feet are planted
like oaks on the far side. Your head...
Two Poems by Jacqueline Jules
Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving
My mother framed the Rockwell painting.
That image of matriarch in white apron
setting down white platter
with turkey large enough to feed
all the smiling faces at the...
Two Poems by William Tinto
Awakening in Poesy Town
This morning I rose from my bed,
as if from between the sheets of the New Yorker,
the world random as free verse.
Today the dog walkers...
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...
