From the “The APNEA Poems”, by Bill Yarrow

From the “The APNEA Poems”, by Bill Yarrow

    The following selection is from the collection, “THE APNEA POEMS,” by Bill Yarrow.    EYES OFF THE ROAD One by one I lost my desires.  Dirty ambition left first. Knowledge raged but then it cooled.  Riches never had the hook very deep. ...
Brian Cullman on W. S. Merwin

Brian Cullman on W. S. Merwin

  W. S. Merwin: In memoriam   by Brian Cullman Contributing Writer   My parents had dinner with Robert Frost once. They said he stared at his lamb chops angrily, stopped, fixed his eyes on them, and then turned his attention back to his plate. And though it...

Lucinda Watson/Poetry

MURMURATION “A rare gathering of starlings that looks like dancing clouds” passed over my head this morning like a shiver in a graveyard. Murmuration The sky darkened, my dogs slowed their pace, and I still struggled to hold up the dike against the flood of winter. My...

Joe Weil/Poetry

  The flowers offend me because they are filthy– their roots scraggly with dirt And the sky offends me because it is bigger than I and how  dare that sky dwarf me? And you offend me because… well just because. I think you like flowers I think you like the...

Shane Carreon/Poetry

Kinilaw  One of these days I am going to ask my father how to make kinilaw, raw anchovies or tuna steeped in vinegar and coconut milk, the pieces eaten by hand from a communal bowl and eaten only with people you trust. Each anchovy held by its head, deftly deboned by...