Poetry Winter 2014 fiction all issues
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Debbra Palmer
Bake Sale
& other poems
Ann V. DeVilbiss
Far Away, Like a Mirror
& other poems
Michael Fleming
On the Bus
& other poems
Harold Schumacher
Dying To Say It
& other poems
Heather Erin Herbert
Georgia’s Advent
& other poems
Sharron Singleton
Sonnet for Small Rip-Rap
& other poems
Bryce Emley
College Beer
& other poems
Harry Bauld
On a Napkin
& other poems
George Mathon
Do You See Me Waving?
& other poems
Mariana Weisler
Soft Soap and Wishful Thinking
& other poems
Michael Kramer
Nighthawks, Kaua’i
& other poems
Jill Murphy
Migration
& other poems
Cassandra Sanborn
Remnants
& other poems
Kendall Grant
Winter Love Note
& other poems
Donna French McArdle
White Blossoms at Night
& other poems
Tom Freeman
On Foot, Joliet, Illinois
& other poems
George Longenecker
Nest
& other poems
Kimberly Sailor
The Bitter Daughter
& other poems
Rebecca Irene
Woodpecker
& other poems
Savannah Grant
And Not As Shame
& other poems
Michael Hugh Lythgoe
Titian Left No Paper Trail
& other poems
Martin Conte
We’re Not There
& other poems
A. Sgroi
Sore Soles
& other poems
Miguel Coronado
Body-Poem
& other poems
Franklin Zawacki
Experience Before Memory
& other poems
Tracy Pitts
Stroke
& other poems
Rachel A. Girty
Collapse
& other poems
Ryan Flores
Language Without Lies
& other poems
Margie Curcio
Gravity
& other poems
Stephanie L. Harper
Painted Chickens
& other poems
Nicholas Petrone
Running Out of Space
& other poems
Danielle C. Robinson
A Taste of Family Business
& other poems
Meghan Kemp-Gee
A Rhyme Scheme
& other poems
Tania Brown
On Weeknights
& other poems
James Ph. Kotsybar
Unmeasured
& other poems
Matthew Scampoli
Paddle Ball
& other poems
Jamie Ross
Not Exactly
& other poems
Savannah Grant
And Not As Shame
I want to wear your memory
as a red overcoat
the one you tried to throw away
but I keep it anyway
even though it’s too big
(I shrunk it in the wash
but you hate it when
I do that)
July’s Herald
I wonder if the dog knew
you were drinking
weaving through piles
of mail and clothes
I remember the color
of that carpet at the top of the stairs
dirty tan lighter than I imagine
perhaps
the way I remember it is disorder
staring out a window
no line I can follow but
one jagged through the house
and in the doorway of your bedroom
I felt the tug away from you
a joint trying to dislocate
Unmention II
the first time you tried to lock me inside
was maybe the fourth time you decided to hit me
but the first time my head hit the wall
I learned how to block you
because you always aimed for the head
a long time ago you put a hole in my dad’s eardrum
he used to say it was from ear infections
On The Brink II
at 1:38am I read that you buried the dog
in the back yard
that’s what happens at the house
we bury dogs
I sent a pseudo-prayer from my bed tearless
said she was better off dead
but she had you to take care of her
while she lost her brain and her hips
to the floorboards and grey frigid March
she was nice to lie next to while I knew her
On Returning in June
two years and the cat’s still fat
the room’s no longer mine
the wallpaper’s gone and the desk
isn’t under the windows
I remember every thing
I ever lost there
in that basement
I always find new blankets and shirts
I forgot to take with me
I’m sure there are moments
that haven’t moved yet
the ghosted sound
of a wineglass set on a chest of drawers
a wasp’s nest in a railing
a day’s quiet
rupture
Savannah Grant
is a recent graduate of Smith College, where she won prizes for fiction and poetry. She is always looking to write new poems and improve her work and hopes to someday make graphic novels. She lives with her dad and a small (very lucky) black cat.