valerie rosenfeld

June 23, 2015 Comments Off on valerie rosenfeld

Down the Reach

I knew Margy my whole life. She took me to the lab to be her young assistant when I was 14 to help her measure calcium and albumin. I always felt guilty for not going into science. But I was never interested in science, only being with Margy. She was always so kind to me and my family and provided a generous ear and thoughtful, head square on her shoulders, and ever compassionate advice.

When I was in my 30s I visited her in Maine and we went to a jazz concert. I never liked jazz, only being with Margy. A man sitting next to us asked if Margy was my grandmother. She and I looked at each other. She said “no, I’m her godmother.” He laughed and said “maybe you’re her fairy godmother!” We laughed too. Yes, that was it. Margy was my fairy godmother.

She will ever be a part of me and I will think of her always when I smell the sea breeze or take my calcium supplement before bed. I will think of her when I look within and am in need of a fairy godmother. I see her there now, her salty smile and eyes like the ocean, reflecting the mid-day sun.

sea breeze
has changed direction
sailing down the reach
its your turn she says
handing me the rudder

esra sarioglu

June 18, 2015 Comments Off on esra sarioglu

under the heavy rain

coming out quietly

land snails

set the pace

of a dark summer evening

james b. nicola

May 26, 2015 Comments Off on james b. nicola

Have you ever observed that there
is no wall that’s flat, no edge that’s straight,
anywhere
in a human being?
I have and it has improved my seeing
around a corner or behind a thing
of late.

maggie hess

May 11, 2015 Comments Off on maggie hess

The Painter

One bunting seems to
make the rest of them, until
wind changes their paths.
“Look to the horizon,” I
used to say, “your eyes will heal.”

elizabeth lambro

May 7, 2015 Comments Off on elizabeth lambro

Cayuta Lake Inlet 5-2-15

a lynching
of carelessness
discarded
fishing line or
cord of some kind
now litter
inextricably
entangled the legs
of a seagull.
it flew then
I imagine
it’s wings
still free
until the noose
got caught
in limbs of trees.
struggle followed
exhaustion
then death.
it hangs
upside down now
like a pure
white
winged Christ
arms outstretched
crucified
for our sins.

esra sarioglu

March 30, 2015 Comments Off on esra sarioglu

a deepening furrow
between his eyebrows
this angry look
on my laid-back American friend’s face
marks his fifth year in Turkey

valerie rosenfeld

March 16, 2015 Comments Off on valerie rosenfeld

my tears

not as captivating

happiness rises

we are more than just this

sunlight in March shines anew

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