Poetry

Marianne Worthington

Strings
The Unclouded Day

Rita Quillen

Winter Aubade From The Mad Farmer’s Wife
Poet’s Pantoum

Brooke Drinnon

At the Downtown
Passengers of the Clinch—A History
Sisters in Spring

Larry Thacker

Shuddering

Joshua Dodson

Winter Bridge
Untitled

Debora Short

An Orchestra’s Score-less Page

Nicole Golden

Mountains


Rita Quillen

Winter Aubade From The Mad Farmer’s Wife

Let darkness come now
With only a star here and there
A doughy biscuit moon
Floating unfazed by passing clouds.

Let storms slash through treetops
Lightning spiking to the ground
Thunder rumbling the walls
Knocking pale brittle limbs to earth.

Let snow pile the roadbanks
Remove all color from the world
Freeze long tears from my rooftop,
Drip white patterned tears in my palm.

Let the words come like an ache
Moving through my trembling pen
Unafraid of stormy black and white
The ink a ragged tracing of my life’s map.


 Poet’s Pantoum

On a nest of nettles, stone, and fur
Artists in their beds
Dream of other dreams, deaths, and childhood
Days walk by muted and sad.

Artists in their beds
Sleep in the slant of dawn light
Days walk by muted and sad
Another blank white page to face.

Sleep in the slant of dawn light
Twisted in our covers, eyes grimly closed
Another blank white page to face
Morning stares in at us and laughs.

Twisted in our covers, eyes grimly closed
We keep waiting for rescue
Morning stares in at us and laughs
Whispering a secret we cannot tell

We keep waiting for rescue
A blessing, a sign, a prayer, a change in season
Whispering a secret we cannot tell
On a nest of nettles, stone, and fur.