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By Carter Davis Johnson Blades of grass, Adorned with frozen robes, Transient. Delicate. Vaporous crystal. These are the unbreakable things; These are the permanent things. The hewn dominion of granite, Ruling the ages with stoicism, Trembles. Even you, proud granite, Wear on your smooth head Slow decay, Like a crown of washed pebbles That the shore carries in her breast pocket. Heraclitus and the Lethe watch Over the ruins of Wolf House. Your flinchless form is regal, but Shrunk With every drop. Your time, absorbing nothing save heat and chill, Wanes Imperceptible […]
By Rodd Whelpley South Loop Thankfully, this was years ago our family in a receiving line at a restaurant on Harrison or Wabash, my wife first, me, and our son – maybe 10 – shaking hands with our first set of grooms, thanking them for including our kid on the invitation, apologizing for making this political, but he needs to see this. We all need to see this. Then, me at once hugging both the husbands, the three of us gazing over shoulders, wondering at how hard it is to steal home, […]
By L. Ward Abel Under winter lightning kneel the cattle while behind windows I bathe in a flashing room. Dreams of sea-level fill thunderheads: they drain all darkness down to the Gulf. Their song rattles windows hereabouts. Someday I’ll die too on a course to later fall as rain when the cedars bend and the air changes just enough—then the number ‘one’ will share me with about a billion stars. About the Author: L. Ward Abel’s work has appeared in Rattle, The Reader, The Istanbul Review, The Worcester Review, The Honest Ulsterman, hundreds of others, and he is the author […]
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