An Ode to My Thin-Treaded Tires
byOur budget has now accounted for your replacement for one full year. In which I have neglected, in flat out utterness, to call a…
Poetry
Jazz Birds
by Mary Ann HonakerAt the Salem Jazz & Soul Festival cormorants were sunning on a rowboat just offshore, wings outstretched, at least seven repetitions of the signal…
East Fork, Whitewater River
by Aaron NellThe water here flows smooth and quickly, half of the river’s drop happening in this county alone. Past Test Road, at the bend where…
Wapinepay Heron
by Travis PolingThe blue heron leaps up like two reeds rising, legs long stalks in the riverbank, plucked out by their shallow, drenched roots. On wide…
Loving the River
by Eileen R. KinchIt’s part of you, carves out your western border Sometimes mist settles so thick you barely see Peach Bottom’s power plant or the serene…
Mountain Fork
by Kierstan BarbreNo spoken word here Soaring blue heron settle In slate-rocked waters
Absence
by Nina BannettThree varieties of forsythia, all removed. A loss. Have they been moved, to be reconstructed? Without these three bodies I have lost remembrance. Their…
Clifton Park
by Lynne S. VitiI demanded that my mother take me back to the park with three swimming pools. Summer was so much hotter then. At night fans cooled us…
To burn oneself
by Cat Dixonwith static electricity is a surprise: a razor slipped beneath the middle fingernail, a snip of candle flame to slice the skin. The sound says yes,…
Tintinnabulation
by Matt Prater—for William Wright For whole weeks after Labor Day, we could scavenge pockets- ful of candy the firemen’s auxiliary had scattered from their engines…