Tag: Poetry Fall 2023

  • L. Shapley Bassen

    Uncle Phil Doesn’t everyone have someone who committed suicide?In my case, it was a young uncle.Family was always ‘waiting for the other shoe to fall’which I didn’t understand early onbut it became the foundation for metaphorand the reality of Uncle Phil.Kind, gentle, shy, smart. Taught me ping pong,golf swing, and clean sparkplugs —the latter outmoded…

  • Estill Curtis Pennington

    There are four stories I could tell if I knew the words RES IPSA LOQUITOR In one, a self-made man of German ancestry, and even for that well intentioned, rides into town on a freight wagon and sets himself up in business. Well received,  he begins to build a big white house on South Main…

  • Rita Spalding

    Self Portrait as a Cedar in All Seasons Third daughter of a former POW and his beautiful wifeWho had dark, long curling hair, deep blue eyes and multi-personalities.She had a tiny waist until the babies started comingAnd even then it was tinier than most who had given birth.Maybe that’s because she chose to be a…

  • Carolyn Russell Stonewall

    Out of the Blue Sometimes near sunseta thunderheadsits on a city,its lead weightwaiting,when a suddenglory of turquoiseand pearl unfurls,rises to the skyline’sfull height—the Free Frenchon their feetin Casablanca,singing “La Marseillaise.” In the Garden I twist strandsof my hair,fine and silveras my grandmother’s,the first timemy baby handspressed themto my cheek.“What week was that?”I wonder,“Were daffodils leaningon…