The hill tribe of women live among clouds on emerald slopes in Appalachia. They wear handmade adornments, dichroic glass earrings, dream-catcher pendants, and bead necklaces. To console bereaved neighbors they make music together, it entertains children and soothes a sad soul. It’s hard to befriend them. They’re very selective, you must prove your compassion for children and the earth. They started as hippy, do-gooder idealists. A longing for justice burns […]
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Claudine Nash | Healing the world and other poems
Healing the World, Step 1 Treat the world as though it is a lost stranger who wanders onto your porch, confused and wounded, hair full of leaves. Offer a space on the wicker loveseat, perhaps a cup of freshly steeped tea. Wipe the thick streaks of dirt from her forehead and behold the self you have yet to meet. Let her mumble her forest of grievances, lend voice to the […]
Joe Cottonwood | A random saint rides the bus
With a face of wretched scars like layered pond scum in the seat beside me she says without prompting I teach seventh grade social studies because I love to bend a mind like molten metal before it cools hard. Hm. Hm-mum. She hums one, two notes like commas as she talks — tuning her thoughts. My cubs, that age, the hormones hit so hard you can hear their heartbeats. Beat-beat, […]
Alan Walowitz | Matins
Though it’s usually best not to pay attention, you ought to keep an eye on the silent souls who wander out this hour, unwitting in our dark conspiracy of milling and mumbling to ourselves, or even to each other— till the birds screech to the tops of the subway grates readying for escape, then dawn on the lampposts, in the trees, and the peaks of the roofs. The martial music […]
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