J.C. SCHARL
“See, along the path those clustered sword-like leaves? / Those are the irises, my son”
Category Archive: Featured Poem
ADAM TAVEL
“One horseshoe clangs against an iron spike. / You breathe them in: their glimmered bayonets.”
SALLY THOMAS
“All day the oak came down. The bright air glinted / With fine red sawdust as with locust wings.”
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