poetry
Meeting in the Agora After Phaethon’s Fall—Sestina
Lina Branter
How will we clean up this mess?
Phaethon tumbled with a bang
in a scalding blaze of hubris
and the sun, that misbehaved star, now moves
like a curve ball hit into left field.
Fact 1: the chariot has no driver. [Read more...]
Vertigo
Emily Davidson
We are upheld by small waters in our ears,
kept an even thirty-eight degrees, give or take;
one hundred pounds plus – assured equilibrium.
More evidence of things beyond our control. [Read more...]
The Irises
Abby Paige
At attention
on the table, irises
hold tablets of sulphur
on their tongues. We’ve eaten
the bread out of the kitchen
and the eggs [Read more...]
Three Versions of Scarlet
Lesley Pasquin
Though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be white as snow.
No one bleeds in fairy tales
except by sword or axe or
shards of glass falling from the sky.
If bleeding occurs, towers are built
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Eurydice
Jeannine M. Pitas
I followed you
barefoot on pavement
just as I promised I would.
They say you looked back
but you never did. [Read more...]
Rain Yesterday, Rain Tomorrow
K. V. Skene
1.
hovers over your bent umbrella
awash at spring’s edge
bruises the bluebells under the oak
as kerbside crocus face-off
puddled violets
drip through the cracks [Read more...]