reflection

Hammer Sonnet
Hammer Sonnet 1920 1440 Dane Hamann

I worry the hammer writing its bite in a script of bruises doesn’t distinguish between fiction and prayer. I don’t ask for much. Sunlight more like bed than whip of…
  • Grant Clauser

January
January 1920 1440 Grant Clauser

Winter’s heart is tired, the center of the season something that beats only when the wind knocks against it the way a window cracks when birds mistake its shine for…
  • Kaitlin Ruiz

To a Grandfather
To a Grandfather 1276 1920 Kaitlin Ruiz

I was not appointed anything so linear as a form like yours, nothing so costly as your eyes—mine are little departures, stained where yours had been basins, washed over white.…
  • Samuel J. Fox

Litany in Which Forgiveness is Granted to All Things Above and Below
Litany in Which Forgiveness is Granted to All Things Above and Below 1920 1229 Samuel J. Fox

Always the twilight: a burning car crash. Always the car crash towed away by the moon. Always the stars gather and grind their way to some rhythm we think we…
  • Frances Boyle

Night Parings
Night Parings 1920 1440 Frances Boyle

Scattered peels of shine that lie on glassy water, shiver out of reach. Blue light filters neighbourhood rooms as you walk the dog, shadows lamppost to lamppost. Napped dark against…
  • Teneile Warren

Exogenesis
Exogenesis 1440 1920 Teneile Warren

I Among them, There is nothing, Collected, Five mango trees Two julie One East Indian A number 11 A hairy Their building A soliloquy on ancestry Their home slotted above…

Everything Beautiful
Everything Beautiful 2500 1667 Jeremy Lane

Open your eyes and gather yourself. Understand your surroundings. Witness the beauty of what’s been created and understand the depth of the Aspen roots, constantly moving further into the heart…

last day
last day 1920 1080 Chris Wheeler

It’s not just that feeling of escaping something that opens up your chest, or the closure that lends rhythm to seasons of life: after spring, the long slow breath. After…

Bus through Dubuque, Iowa
Bus through Dubuque, Iowa 3264 2448 Iris Orpi

This is the road that folds the latitude of night into brave passages through fields of stirring, the keen awareness of hurtling through time, or whatever stands in for time…

I know the river ran red
I know the river ran red 1920 1187 Christopher Hopkins

I know the river ran red until the sea, where the wild throat of a sky washed to the reaches before the magnet dark of eve. In this wavelength, this…
  • Mark Jackley

Morning Sex
Morning Sex 2448 2448 Mark Jackley

We are pushing sixty. Like snails, when we bloom out of ourselves to spy the garden through our blindness we are dancing slowly, alert to the flaming intentions of the…
  • Krikor N. Der Hohannesian

At the 50th
At the 50th 3024 2973 Krikor N. Der Hohannesian

Harvard College Reunion, Class of 1958 Adrift between symposia and seminars, a drizzle of reverie on Bow Street, aimless nostalgia graying in droplets of fog. At the corner of Arrow…

Need
Need 3024 2332 Thomas Zimmerman

The blackbirds and the mourning doves that haunt the backyard feeder have me thinking need, the burning fuse that drives us all. And even though right now it’s wan and…
  • Susan Mulder

Ghosts
Ghosts 1080 1920 Susan Mulder

There is within a longing for the deep hours. Ones where entire days disappear in a blink and worlds are discovered, word by word. Those simmering moments when day paints…

Tristia
Tristia 1920 1441 Nathaniel Lee Hansen

The night before, Lauren had stayed at Timothy’s apartment despite an agreement they’d reached after a few weeks’ negotiation (with sullenness, with wine, with tears) that “they were on hold,”…

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