Last night the sky was a child
coughing into a blanket, drawing
itself from a pale aurora jabbed
with another storm on the sun,
as if it’s got a circle of old friends
jumping tombstones. There might
have been a tribe of younger stars
dropping empty green rose-stems
through our curtains. Except last
night the child slipped its ghost
and stretched the sunrise against
the river trees.
We were frozen stumbling and bumbling your hand on my thigh my leg on yours holding tight as we hurled down that hillside on a rustic red slide not knowing we would have this moment to savor for so many walks to come before full time work and grad school one, two, then three bundles of infinite intensity.
Read more "small hands"lo·ca·vore noun NORTH AMERICAN a person whose diet consists only or principally of locally grown or produced food Seek out poets who call your place home. They walk your streets, observe the fantasies and foibles of your governor, know when your trees bloom or when they burn. Even if poets make myth or tell stories […]
Read more "lo·ca·vore"Khaen is a writer and science educator. Since earning her doctorate in molecular phylogenetics, she has worked as human anatomy and physiology teaching faculty. Her book of poetry, The Bone Collectors, is unpublished. She lives in Ames, Iowa with her husband and their two children. An alien concept A half empty auditorium where Reluctant students […]
Read more "An alien concept"Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi is assistant professor of linguistics at Shri Mata Vaishno Devi University, India. His research interests include language documentation, writing descriptive grammars, and the preservation of rare and endangered languages in South Asia. His most recent books are A Grammar of Hadoti (Lincom: Munich, 2012), A Grammar of Bhadarwahi (Lincom: Munich, 2013), and a […]
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Read more "OK. I Wanted a Girl"Today was my grandfather’s unveiling. Basically, what that means is after a year of mourning, the Jewish people believe it is time to unveil the headstone in the cemetery. It was an unbelievably beautiful day, and my 93 year old grandmother had no trouble navigating the grass (which is sometimes very wet and muddy) […]
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