Poem Tuesday – Almost There

Almost There by Timothy Liu Hard to imagine getting anywhere near another semi- nude encounter down this concrete slab of interstate, the two of us all thumbs— white-throated swifts mating mid-flight instead of buckets of crispy wings thrown down hoi polloi— an army...

Moment Vanishing

by Elizabeth Spires Now, in the quietude of evening, the dove comes. It does not flash its feathers, does not make a sound, but feeds on what the finches leave behind. How little it needs. A few hard seeds. A drop of water. It is late summer. It is always late summer...

Sweetness

Sweetness for my mother Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear one more friend waking with a tumor, one more maniac with a perfect reason, often a sweetness has come and changed nothing in the world except the way I stumbled through it, for a while lost in the...