Issue: 2025

                                                    for Arlo The black night of old constellations has not yet thought to open its eyes. You are tucked in your car seat, bundled against the pre-dawn cold. In the glow of the dome light, I lean close to … Continue Reading

(from the Summer of Three Foxes) It is easier to boil water than it is to freeze it. It is easier to write a poem, pay a bill, open a can of tuna, or peel a beet, than it is to read a book that has sat too long on the kitchen table. A sandwich is a poo … Continue Reading

Now I will never go to the tern colonies where I learned to spot nests in the sand and collect chicks for you to band swiftly, noting their sex and type: Common or Arctic or Least. You blew on their bellies with a straw to show there are no feathers th … Continue Reading

for the Founding Five of GCC Gender and Women’s Studies  One woman walking toward a rising sun, taking in more sights and sounds of earth, opening to new sensations free from fear Five women reaching toward a whole new world, when equity in arts and sc … Continue Reading

Dusk after sultry dusk you brood in the window ‘For the air’ you say but we both know It’s for the darkness. You flash to the thundercrack of my horses My arm hard across your stomach wrenching you breathless All the way down. Your mother wept for your … Continue Reading