Category Archives: Poems

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Mark Jackley

Manuals

Who knows why I dreamt
that I could start my Ford
by crawling underneath it
and lighting votive candles—
it was car repair for poets,
staring at the cold
baffling machinery
in the little darkness,
admiring the perfect
curve of the crescent wrench,
which recalled the dance of starlings
spelling something in
the alphabet of dusk—
not an answer,
not a question,
hardly an equation,
though possibly a page
from a manual we have lost.


Mark Jackley lives in Purcellville, Virginia. His poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Natural Bridge, Talking River, and other journals.


 

 

Krishna Lewis

Scandia, Minnesota

Until that autumn evening
when I walked the deer-cleared trails,
I did not know
my sister was a prairie
her flaxen grass swaying
to join the wind
in mourning the sun.


Krishna Lewis lives in the Boston area, close to trails, cafes, and a famous cemetery.


 

 

Howie Good

Doe-Re-Me

I am writing
at the kitchen table,
or, rather,
struggling to,
when my wife
excitedly calls me
to the window

and points down
into the yard
where a doe
with a coat
just a shade
from golden
is browsing

on fallen leaves
that if it wasn’t
for the hours
I spend trying
to make poems,
I would have
burned long ago.


Howie Good‘s full-length poetry collection, Gun Metal Sky, is due in early 2021 from Thirty West Publishing.


 

 

Howie Good

Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun

The sun eavesdrops
at the bedroom window,
a little like a detective,
as we move in ways
no one who has seen us
in our everyday clothes
would have thought possible.


Howie Good‘s full-length poetry collection, Gun Metal Sky, is due in early 2021 from Thirty West Publishing.


 

 

Mary Mills

Coronado

I know joy is real
like I know Coronado is still there,
distant but continuous,
desert wind and gold-flecked sand,
though I know I may never be back


Mary Mills is a librarian with six birds who lives in Raleigh, North Carolina.


 

 

Benjamin Faro

El Chaltén

In Argentina we
breathe the same air as condors,
stationary in the sky,
that could soar a hundred miles in this wind.


Benjamin Faro is a writer living in Asuncion, Paraguay, whose best writing time is sunrise.