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The Wanting Window

You came into my dream last night for the first time in so many years. You were a little girl again,  tumbling yellow curls,  eyes washed clean with clemency. You asked, “Can I sleep with you?...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Ode to My Mother’ by Luisa Matarazzo

Ode to My Mother By Luisa Matarazzo I want to go back to 1947. Tell my mother, It’s OK, she was too tired with seven kids to never have sung me a lullaby, Never went to a PTA meeting. Never signed...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Five Haiku’ by Joshua Sabatini

Five Haiku By Joshua Sabatini 6. Tern hovers above Joyous silver fish flashes Breakfast tastes so good 10. Monarch wings in wind Observer takes note from beach Soul takes flight to it 39. Kayak moves along To the rhythm of the strokes Outgoing tide helps 40. The crickets’ day...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Stefan’ by Laura D. Roosevelt

Stefan By Laura D. Roosevelt Because my “Sometimes salad makes me sad” socks gave him the giggles, I wore them a lot. But now, how to thank someone who’s gone? I mean dead, but I hate naming it with Stefan, whose hands...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Ocean View’ by Sharisse Scott-Rawlins

Ocean View By Sharisse Scott-Rawlins Inhale — like the sea rising to meet the shore. Let the air drift in, cool and clean, as if the sky cracked open to pour calm into your chest. The breeze weaves through your hair like silk, brushes...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Augustan Sunset’ by Fan Ogilvie

Augustan Sunset: The Masters; A Homage to Marianne Moore By Fan Ogilvie I too dislike it Reading it however With a perfect contempt for it One discovers in it A place for the comma, A genuine pause in the verse Borrowed from...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Early Spring’ by Warren Woessner

Early Spring By Warren Woessner I think I have spotted a new sparrow. Until the wind shows me It’s a brown holdout oak leaf That almost made it through the winter The wind tips it over And it’s a brown bowl Ready...

Poet’s Corner: ‘Glory’ by Cecily Bryant

Glory By Cecily Bryant As uncertain as the days may seem, the spring rains do come The pinkletinks chorus on Parsonage Pond is as full-bodied as ever it was And with it the renewed energy of the winter...

Poet’s Corner: The Rip

The Rip By Jeffrey Agnoli We thought we knew this sea we all swim within but the sudden and fierce grip of a rip current seized even the most adept swimmers churning the water sickly green and pulling all into dark depths where...

Poet’s Corner: Waiting for Spring

Waiting for Spring By Liz Splittgerber Cozy near the hearth I muse, while storm still rages Winter, like ponderous book Lasts long — hundreds of pages Thoughts take root within me — Thoughts of sunshine warm and bright Tender things fighting earth...

Poet’s Corner: Down for the count

Down for the count By Jim Feiner Mucous making sputum spewing I don't know what my body is doing coughing rasping grasping hacking This darn cold keeps on attacking my nose is runny, red and sore. I’m not sure I can take...

Poet’s Corner: Moon on Snow

Moon on Snow By Jeffrey Agnoli The full moon finds those patches of snow left by the day’s shadows sending silvery flames across the night ground like breaths made visible by the cold or whitecaps on a black sea the eons old contrast of dark...

Poet’s Corner: Goosefeather Snow

Goosefeather Snow By Liz Splittgerber Slow at first Freely falling Lighter than air Cartwheeling down Chilled to the bone Arctic wind blowing Soft to the touch Goosefeather snow Mint green bamboo Listing and swaying Freshly dusted Standing alone Grace and beauty Each other greeting On midwinter's day New wonders abound Liz Splittgerber...

Poet’s Corner: Into January

Into January By Amarylis Douglas It comes to almost a monochrome the island, off-season. We walk back home from the Chop into the snow’s beginnings. Dry leaves spin mischief inside the log-bordered yard. The chickadees, discreet at the feeder until audacious bluejay comes. Salty...

Poet’s Corner: Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings By Valerie Sonnenthal a hazy night sky mutes blinking red lights etched into the horizon silent lambs sleep in a heap of sheep under a beetlebung tree dogs lie in wait curled across limbs breathe as one sand in every pocket stuck in creases soles...

Poet’s Corner: December Traditions

December Traditions By Amarylis Douglas My mother could hear Christmas songs on distant piano keys I remember my own little girl learning to walk again after she broke her ankle crutch under one arm, violin under the other into her first...

Poet’s Corner: Pond song

Pond song By Linda Comstock vineyard sweet momma girl broad starlight, myriad pearl late night’s gift looks me in face dark flat pond my arms embrace. smooth silk skin cohesion break diving in Menemsha lake plunging depths with arms swayed back breathing bubbles...

Poet’s Corner: Medici Wanted

Medici Wanted By Gregory Mone Island writer seeking patron to provide inspiring, light-filled studio on hill, free of charge. Ocean views through rustling pin oaks preferred but not essential. Author is generally sunny but willing to appear despondent from...

Poet’s Corner: Mothers

Mothers By Cecily Bryant We hear you mothers, with your babies clutching your skirts We hear you mothers, when you exhaustively beg for food We hear you mothers, when you weep silently into the violent nights The world you once knew and...

Poet’s Corner: What it’s like to be an American

What it’s like to be an American By Valerie Sonnethal yesterday a photographer asked, “what’s it like for you, to be an American?”   complicated no longer sure   guilty   lucky … for now so many distracting directions one...