The Burden of Southern History by W. Perry Epes
As if England and Nature were the same,
At Williamsburg we imitate by culling
Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game!
And out we strut, colonialling,
Having to mincestep Revolution (strayed,
Were Fancy free...
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...
Two Poems by Paula Essex
I Am
I
am like the Phoenix in mystical mythology regenerating energy amongst the
ashes, strengthening my wings over shadows cast by yesterday’s doubts...
[POEM] Drinking Weather by Gregory Luce
Sky perfect dull gray
intermittent spits of rain
not cold or warm
and just enough wind
to get inside a jacket
and I have nothing to do
and all the time in the...
The Shallows by Jody Bolz
A new poem by Jody Bolz, originally published in Bourgeon Vol. 2 # 3
