Category Archive: Poetry

“Dream Vision” by Megan Arkenberg

In this country, dawn is forever. The sky—an infinite blue cup edged in blood. Clouds—tracks left by the trampling feet of ghosts. This is their country. Restless sand, uncertain rivers that smooth the hills like simple stones. And always, the anxiety. This land is theirs, a land that knows the endlessness of dawn and spring …

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Two Poems from Nancy Hightower

sarah they prophesy over me, saying when are you getting pregnant? how long have you been trying? my womb, a chrysalis where I might morph into woman. breasts with something to do, milk to make, a king’s mouth to feed. yet there is no movement inside this belly, no nausea to wake me every morning …

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“Cloth Leaves and Wire Vines” by Gillian Daniels

In my newest temp job, I am hired to be wallpaper. This is less exciting than working reception and a little more exciting than making cold calls for surveys in West Virginia. The employee director trains me and a team of five from the agency for fifteen minutes during which we are spray painted beige. …

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“Melt” by Cislyn Smith

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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

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