A summer note from our Editor!

It begins as a whisper in a lonely place high up among the bracken and the sedges, unnoticed, trivial.

By D.A. Gray Two men stand at the edge of a clearing, looking up at the night sky, cloudless and still, heavenly bodies never this...

The midsummer dawn has barely opened its dreamy eyes. One river flows peacefully between reed and pebble under the weight of a blanket...

by Paula Rodriguez A yellow goldfinch is perched atop the wall that was damaged by the last earthquake. Its minute weight adds to the...

By Birdie Marie Rodriguez Under a cordial sun he offers seaweed as ambrosia and stops at the splendor of a shell, turning its ribbed...

by Jenna K. Funkhouser I. a bird which is not quite a heron rests by the slow river and the ripples caused by little eddies around its...

Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost;

By Karl Plank the remembrance of them is planted in my tongue like barbwire comes out of my mouth like the ripping of soft tissue bleeds...

By Cassidy Irwin When we met, she gave me a little coin, dazzling in old Oklahoma dust, and made me promise that one day I would let her...

By Ken Meisel When we were fighting, just after the toast & marmalade & coffee, I saw who she was, as a little girl, in all the other...

by Jenna K. Funkhouser How I wander through these days, stranger to my own making treading on thin spaces, and      the cracks expand...

by Paula Rodriguez Hidden in the magical forests of the Spanish North West, there is a place where one river makes love to the Atlantic...

By Birdie Marie Rodriguez She sailed away on the feathers of a heavenly thing that broke me. Selah. There is a wonder in the sorrow of...

By Ahrend Torrey Me writing this poem is not just me writing this poem, it’s the whole human race having made it through some of the...

By Robert Rothman You won’t perish, any more than the rose bush will, though when the looper shears off a cane, ringing out like a shot,...

by Christopher Clauss I thought for a moment of microplastics at the sea floor; I have given up plastic straws for the rest of my days...

by Thomas Kneeland Beyond the threshold of this door whispers the sea, and this slave house answers through the carvings imprinted in the...

By Karl Plank Two rumors have been circulating in town. The one, How a murder of crows gathered in the corn field while You played with...

By Nicole Rollender An October day, now the memory of salt & fromageries in Paris & wind-dark— birds the swoops of cathedrals. How bright...