Category Archive: Poetry

“Melt” by Cislyn Smith

She knows the thousand and one secret names of snow, whispers them up into the clouds, calling the snow to her like a lover, and waits for white touches sunk in drifts. It is then that he sees her, pale and fallen, in a bank on the side of the road. Panicked, he thinks her …

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“ ‘The trees are just woods, and the woods just trees . . . ‘ ” by Stefanie Maclin

These woods will not harm you, mother says, and you believe her. These trees will not hurt you, she tells you, and you go walking among them, and through. You wear your new cloak, walking in the woods; its color the same red as the apples you carry in your basket, and the blood washed …

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“Blood in Tears” by Stefanie Maclin

You sneak in the night, red string around stalactites and stalagmites. At your feet, the river caresses you, waves and currents still visible among the colder patches. You photograph—blood in tears, scratches on purity—playing in light, and darkness; life, and decay; lacerations in the ice, where it was. Stefanie Maclin’s poetry and short stories have …

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Adaptation by Heather Albano

Amid the rows of masks remnants lie scattered— torn pages, broken bindings, smudged ink half-remembered tales and half-forgotten names. Lilith, Lot’s wife, Iphigenia, Cinderella, Rose Red the ones they’ve forgotten and the ones they never knew we who can now speak only through these masks of bone and stone masks that fuse to the skin …

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Menace by J. R. Salling

The red gate hangs ajar. It grows large in its openness, the crack a canyon through the inspector’s thick monocle, under a sky less beautiful with each futile alarm. We cry against the silhouette mistaken for a weathercock, after it twisted off the roof, our youngest in its beak, abducted from his very keep. Mother …

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Upstairs Room by Lida Broadhurst

When the moon casts a candle glow, once a year the music begins. upstairs in the room that is always locked, its key hidden in Aunt Tilda’s drawer. I never reveal how it came to me without searching. Each year I enter, and at my step the room awakens, a flower blossoming from dust. Music …

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A Faun’s Lament by Michael Constantine McConnell

I. I loved a woman carved from green cheese. I nibbled her ears, kissed her until nothing remained. I, with flute-splintered lips, I, with soft belly fur, I, whose horns itch in Spring, relapsed onto my haunches, blew into my reeds, and condemned the Sun for rolling backwards into another’s morning. I created, scrambled, and …

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Two Poems by Daniel Davis

Peephole I carve a peephole in my mother’s womb through which I can view the world. My vision is fogged in a red mist and distorted by a fleshy lens so that everything is vague and insubstantial. A mongrel dog speaks to me of intolerance. A man howls at a gin-soaked moon that ignores him. …

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Two Poems by Alicia Cole

Counting Stones My husband, for my hand, paid my father in stones. One stone for sorrow, the flagstone of joy: a boulder, the many years of want. One stone for supper, the bread of his hands. One stone for struggle, the mildew and mushroom of dank-damp flower beds. One stone for winter. One stone for …

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Nuclear Winter by Ash Krafton

Gone, now, is the green man deep into the cold hard ground– our May-December romance comes to chilled and frozen end. Those fruitful plains once brimming with creeping life and sound fall barren, plain and empty, while to darkness he descends and with him taking nectar sweet, the lifeblood of the earth. Long ago I …

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