Three Poems

Tadpole image by Skitterphoto via Pixabay

Image by Skitterphoto via Pixabay


“Carolee Bennett’s poems speak for the sandwich generation—those raising children while facing the loss of their parents. These poems evoke hope and bereavement in the same sweet breath.” ~ Poetry Editor Shaindel Beers

Read “blackbirds baked in a pie,” “Diving Horse,” and ” Exactly 299,792,458 Meters Per Second”

When We Were Birds

by Joe Wilkins

The light shifts here, the angle lengthening through the curtained window in the back. The boy’s face, however, remains sharp and clear. Perhaps, too, there should be some rising nighttime sound: the sighs of an old house, the susurrus of a city, a gentle wind worrying the windows.

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The Absurdity of Curling the Curled

by Saeide Mirzaei
Photo by Nahid V via Flickr. Creative Commons License.

Does curly chest hair get any curlier when twisted around a forefinger? He’s stressed out again, and he’s doing it. It’s an automatic unbuttoning of his shirt’s top button, followed by a twisting of a bundle of curly chest hair pressed lightly between two fingertips. It’s a continuous twisting and untwisting. He once explained to […]

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by Rebecca Tirrell Talbot

Michael Faraday creates tiny earthquakes to watch the shaking. Try it: Spread sand on a metal sheet. Strike the edge with a violin bow and make that metal sing like catgut. See how particles jump and fall. Where they rest when the shaking is done. Look how they wrinkle. Curve. Cross. Explode into stars. Try […]

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El Shaman

by Sara Fasy

De puerta cerrada, huye el Diablo. The devil flees from a closed door. ~ Mexican proverb My ex-husband is a shaman now. He wears white cotton pants and gathers his supplicants together under the mango trees at his family hot springs in Veracruz, Los Milagros. He tells me about the temascal, or sweat lodge, that he built […]

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