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. ...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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