Robert Lowell
By Ehud Sela
The year first quarter quartered
The wind whispers in the shade between trees
The pool pump pumps
The AC hums
A female mosquito seeks my blood.
And you dead … Continue reading→
Song for Guns & License
Paper mill town closed down.
Sporting goods store the big draw.
Hunters shop for camouflage,
a new barrel gauge. Deer season.
Six months here,
I’m in a red chair with a … Continue reading→
In Wales
By Gerald Solomon
Left that small Welsh mining town,
walked on, turning questions over,
got down to a winding unknown river,
watched a strong rush of waters
fallen from our slow far off … Continue reading→
Refugee Woman
By Noushin Arefadib
She is a refugee.
She is a woman.
In her country if she speaks the truth of her government’s violations of her most basic human rights, she can be imprisoned, beaten, … Continue reading→