Poetry

 

“The Call” by Ann McGlinn

Reckless brother,
you inhabit
blank, damp
winter


“Snag” by James Reidel

The bark is peeled in elephant folio from the long-waisted


“Another Kind Of Waking” by Robert Vivian

And then the empty page again come morning, cloud unwritten on, virginal snow may I be worthy of your blissful stare slowly turning into smile, the tree that never harmed anyone until it was cut down and turned into this sheet of paper, a whole cloth becoming startled leaf of so much pressed