Issue: 2025

Here’s to the guides Who light our path Saying nothing of our twists and turns Simply holding a candle Some paths are wide Worn smooth by wealthy men Other paths are hidden Even from those meant to walk them This uncovering is my life’s work The story … 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

I have missed a lot of boats. Most of them I saw clearly only when I looked behind me. Boats I coulda, shoulda, woulda boarded and sailed away to some place happier than here. But I have only this boat. This houseboat, this beat up leaky canoe, this so … Continue Reading

fields of December grass shift eloquently in deep winds do you sense the down of my back? the smallness of feathers in slate grey looking out amongst the birch branches sprouting white fingers to sift golden rays and melancholy piano notes a melody to … Continue Reading

unearthen shards from where they lay encase you now in my clay sculpt and mould from what I find a beating heart undoubtedly mine a kiln for you akin to me brings forth ceramic poetry … Continue Reading

Her face lit up the sky Hovering there In full control of tides and time Nothing so banal as day But night And crops And blood And seasons All that matters All that mothers … Continue Reading