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Sharron Singleton
Five Poems
Sarah Giragosian
Five Poems
Jenna Kilic
Five Poems
Kristina McDonald
Five Poems
Toni Hanner
Five Poems
Annie Mascorro
Five Poems
Brittney Corrigan
Three Poems
S. E. Hudgens
Four Poems
Ali Doerscher
Four Poems
David Sloan
Three Poems
Olivia Cole
Five Poems
Lucy M. Logsdon
Four Poems
Marc Pietrzykowski
Four Poems
Donna Levine Gershon
Five Poems
Eva Heisler
The Olden Days
Stephanie Rose Adams
Five Poems
Jill Kelly
Five Encounters
Ben Bever
Five Poems
Michael Hugh Lythgoe
Five Poems
Arlene Zide
Three Poems
Harry Bauld
Five Poems
Lisa Zerkle
Four Poems
Peter Mishler
Five Poems
Tim Hawkins
Five Poems
Marqus Bobesich
Four Poems
Abigail Templeton-Greene
Five Poems
Eric Duenez
Five Poems
Anne Graue
Five Poems
Susan Laughter Meyers
Five Poems
Peter Kahn
Two Poems
D. Ellis Phelps
Five Poems
Linda Sonia Miller
The Kingdom
Nicklaus Wenzel
Skagit River
Holly Cian
Five Poems
Susan Morse
Five Poems
Daniel Lassell
Five Poems
Svetlana Lavochkina
Temperate Zones
Daniel Sinderson
Three Poems
Catherine Garland
Five Poems
Michael Fleming
Five Poems
Five Poems
and the red oak
spoke to me
saying:
look—to the north
open the bones
take your chances
with the sun
the earth leans
breathe
consider the dung
at your feet
—how it feeds
the soil
you spin
and dig
you are:
bowel
bone
matter
no more
than dung
you cannot
unwind
these veins
nor cause
one synapse
to snap
you are neither suture nor cell
but salt dissolving
this well
is a black hole
yet you
stand at the edge
—wanting
~
how many eons have slipped
through this clutching
do you think
marking time will help
~
every morning
is a drop of honey
the bags you hoard
prove the gravity
you fear
that’s why the dervish
spins
—to throw off
this prison skin
put your ear to the earth!
even breath
is an echo
dawn
lifting dark
—edge of morning
one silent stem
her head
—a noble nod
how
can i drink
all of this
through this
—cumulous
of indigo—
the breath breaks
—a swift
& crimson
rise
no gravity
can stall this
flight
~
above:
—the mossy
field—a wet
slip a soft
landing
~
wide her shore
& emerald
—a push—
no shell
can hold
.
( )
—the wind
shifting
the dunes
you cannot
be sure
of anything
D. Ellis Phelps
work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Arts United Issues 1 & 3, Windhover, New Texas, Aires, Texas Poetry Calendar, San Antonio Express News¸ San Antonio Current, and elsewhere. Her first novel, Making Room for George, is forthcoming from Balboa Press, 2013. These poems, mined from the dreamworlds, are excerpted from a manuscript of poetry under submission entitled what holds her.