Poetry
Contest Winner
wakefulness
the critics are all out tonight, a plaid lump of them / has festered in the corner, reciting headlines and statistics / flinging hyperbole from their intellectual trapeze / / drawn...
fugitive
spring: the river swells unabashedly and / takes what it doesn’t own, pulling the soft / earth into it, taking, taking. / soon we don’t recognize what has always / been familiar:...
Grief, oranges
Never again will you do this: / peel an orange, its rind coming away / in ragged, cloth-lined cups. The globe beneath the skin / mapped out with white degrees of longitude....
Kelly Block Fire
A man is cuffed to a / wooden ladder. His body / transfixed as if the old / hag is sitting on his chest. He / cannot run or act. A piano...
ode to ee
i dream of / ee / / pygmy / stylist / / lord of / small holdings / / he with / swift feet / / lilliputian /...
The Knowing Animals
In a wood stirring with elk blood and rorid air, / the invisibles were all ears: all lays and hoofprints. / / I heard one miles deep — / a bugle from...
Camp 4
No sign of life, not a bird, not a plant. / Only lichens / clothing the sharp stones with grey. / / A patch as big as a penny / can...
Kill Site
The tufts of grey fur lie on the spruce-lined path / like a taxidermist’s slough, an afterlife in the works. / Look closer and you’ll see shards of ivory bone, / bits...
Mourning Doves
They are wintering over. In the mornings / I’m an eavesdropper to their aubade, / low, woeful murmurings / gurgling into my inner ear. / Dawn greys the windowsill / where a...