a heady scent, breeze born
the lay of fallen leaves
crushed beneath the foot of man
We leave our families and your dead
name at the shore. Or, they come with us
and we’ll tread water.
A boat of light by Van Anderson
Tomorrow we’ll row our steady skiff along
the shore, explore the margins of our years
until we find the point that thrusts so deeply
out to sea it seems we’ve left the land
Caught by Chance by Marjorie Moorhead
Pink in the sky! Lit by a rising sun.
Framed in bared branches’ tentacles,
reaching up to touch soft, cotton-candy-
The Inner Voice by Laura Foley
You’re not using your good fortune,
think of your sisters’ mental diseases—
of Syria, Jerusalem, seething,
You should be doing more, the inner voice nags.
In Praise of Detours
At the starting line of my white
suburban guilt, I first foresaw a tweedy
liberal blue-blood in my future,
a family friend. Then—God forbid—
a disheveled manic angel.
I Am Thinking Always of Exposed Skin
to say whether or not I am ashamed
of the moving or the witness, the whiteness.
My mother said: a scar is the temple veil at dusk sewn together out of panic
Two Poems by John Sibley Williams
We beat the rain from hanging
undershirts & sing like nothing
the sky can do can rust the birds
from our mouths.