And Now Let Us Go Into The Garden
by Helene Swarts Light, like spilled milk, spreads near our feet making little circles. Soon the moon will bring another cast. Come, let us go
Aftermath
by Helene Swarts Like orphans dreaming mothers out of their soup Like the pauper’s mouth moving when the rich man swallows We expect the moon.
War
by Helene Swarts Light no longer colors the leaves, blending green into grace. Evil, as unremarkable as ever, silts over the streams. Children
Micah Weeping, 1983
by Sydney Lea Three decades ago, even the Vietnam War Seemed gone for most of us. On Memorial Day, Or Decoration, as our small town’s elders
Insouciant
by Sydney Lea Insouciant after the Newtown massacre After school treat, reads a certain crossword clue. For an instant I’m dizzy with rage at
Crepuscular
by Joshua Sullivan The drainage ditch leads down to the pond, forming the boundary of the fallow flood plain. Paul’s farm, his father’s before