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Tag: death
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Persephone’s Garden by Isabel Ballan
1 Eurydice On my first evening in the land of the Dead I was sent, lamed and limping, to visit Persephone in her boudoir. I sat by her elbow on a silk cushion. She wore green and silver veils, translucent, fraying at the edges. Her shadowed face was…
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The Bell and Basket by Jonathan B. Ferrini
A young lady on a bicycle with a basket filled with flowers announces her arrival by ringing the bell attached to the handlebars. She gently taps on my window to say “hello.” Her smile is wide, happy, and reminds me of the day I saw my wife cradling our…
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Crickets by Stephen Spotte
Falling, cartwheeling through that single plane, the dimensions in which we could see were limited. At your call we had risen from the table and rounded the corner into the foyer. Your descent had already begun. Because we arrived perpendicular to the stairway and underneath the highest part we saw…
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Disconsolate by George Freek
I’m tired of lookingat dead trees,weary of the moon,which looks as if it hada dreadful disease.My friends have departed.My wife is dead.I watch the sun seton our home.I stare down a road,which leads nowhere.And I can only returnto my unmade bed. George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” is currently nominated for…
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Initial Contact by Yuan Changming
The only reason Ming had travelled across the whole Pacific Ocean from Vancouver to Lotus Village was, hopefully, to see Chiung for the first and last time after he left his native place more than half a century ago. However, upon arrival, he found himself a total stranger. While…
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Missions by Zach Anderson
The last time I saw my father was last January, a mild day for Minnesota, mid 20s. I drove out to his house, an hour from the major cities, through several small towns, each perched along a central train line through Minnesota which begins in Chicago and ends somewhere parts…
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Trial Run by Gabrielle Esposito
It was a miracle, really, that only one of them was killed in the car crash. By the time the police finally arrived, they had each been pulled away from the wreckage once: first Dash, Lily, and then Clem. The cops found Dash and Lily shouldering Clem into place as…
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Firefly by Warren Benedetto
Missy caught the firefly in mid-air, cupping her hands around it to form a tiny, dark cave. She could feel the insect’s delicate footsteps tickling her skin as it wandered across her palm, searching for a way out. “Got you!” she whispered, victorious. It was almost dark. The sunset was…
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No Place for Freya by Philip Andrew Lisi (A Prose Poem)
Nature is in crisis because of us, but we do not seem to care…there is no room for Freya in Norwegian waters.¹ Freya was named for the Norse goddess of love and beauty. Ironic for a walrus weighing over a thousand pounds, wearing a gash in her left flipper, sporting…