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Two Poems by Russell Thorburn
The Human Soul Is about the Weight of a Canoe splashing under an unforgiving moon,never able to find the right course,more underwater than above, bucking prow seeking Godbehind the bright blue lash of another wave,like a soul ruffled inside out by a great northern wind.The shivering Union soldier unballs his girl’s letterfrom his pocket, his…
Three Poems by Caroline Liberatore
Morning at the MarshIt is a morning meant for mindful meandering– the air is flavored with the remnants ofmelted ice, however untimely for midwinterJanuary.Boardwalk birdwatchers bounce around thebog – a woman swallowed by an unsightly redcoat guides her lens towards ragged branches.My shoes squelch the sludge with playfulstomp – there is nowhere to be, not…
Closure
By Laura McPherson The widow Joline nods from her armchair as visitors file by, the old farmhouse floors creaking under their hurried steps. Those who were not already on their way here for the family reunion were shamed into last-minute road trips upon hearing of Arnold’s accident. Hit by a steel-studded tire falling off a…
Reflections
By Michael Anthony Reflections can reveal truths or distort reality. For Charlie Hubner, they do both. This particular day the seventy-eight-year-old wanders Littleton’s Main Street. Like so many small communities across the Midwest, its downtown is more an echo of the past than a present day destination. The pharmacy that had been there for over…
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