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Issue #14 August 2012

  • Last Poem

    Reader, today

  • A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres

    Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.

  • The Shape of Things

    I’ve been reading the science books again

  • Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”

    The city gate loomed at century’s end,

  • One and a Half Poems

    Well it began with a microburst from the North when the moon

  • You Have to Lead the Sheep

    A dream struck a dream

  • A Snow Woman

    A window on a side yard in winter.

  • Tool & Die

    In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved

  • from Nothing in the Dark

    My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during

  • Evening

    The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,

  • In the Vanguard

    It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a

  • 1945

    The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.