‘Song for My Daughter,’ ‘Song for My Son,’ & ‘Out of the Wood-‘
Because my bridegroom marked the trail
Because my father pushed me
down the path alone
A blue-painted drawbridge. A frog pond moat. A two-story clubhouse on its own island deep in the vine-strangled woods, six bear cubs peering out from the wooden slats of windows and a lone green door.
The spears, the spires I aspired to be as reaching because what
did you know about tapers.
Out of oxygen, algae, and a grain of calcium carbonate, the oyster came to be.
It is November.
I am mining crystal geodes
from the dead
With submission season close at hand, we thought it a good time to give you all a little glimpse into the people behind the curtain.
The dream collectors’ truck stopped at each house on our street. There was a system: Mondays recycling, Tuesdays dreams, Wednesdays general trash.
It’s time for an update on where we stand, and where we’re headed next.
Our heartiest congratulations to Eric Schlich, winner of the prose contest, and Mary Haidri, winner of our poetry contest!