Elders
Michele Seminara / Poetry

Elders

They are a stand of bitter wisdom trees eyes revolving inwards like moons beguiling faces smiling down upon us. They don’t mention (or only in passing) the ways the world is slipping from them: the deft departure of the boyhood friend, the driver’s license routinely revoked, the inability to leave the bath without resting —shamefully—on … Continue reading

The Love Song of the Forest For the Field
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

The Love Song of the Forest For the Field

For Anne                                            You are the dance                   I prayed for, my love, and I am the prayer     That danced you free.                                      I am the supper                   You earned, Beloved, dancing                                      All of time down to its knees. You are       The forest in my blood and the wildness                     In my woods, in my leaves. And … Continue reading

Wrack
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Wrack

So why is it when I wake                                    beside this Cornish sea, my tongue Is as tired as it only gets to be, lost in deep, Prolonged and riotous discourse with thee? My sleep Has been as eloquent, it seems,                                    as the breeze that trafficked my window all night, As busy as the sea at her … Continue reading

Icarus
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Icarus

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. —Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying”                    Like some nocturnal Icarus, I dream too close to heaven—                    I fly too close to morning— and I wake in pieces. And so                    I woke this Wednesday, a child disarmed in sleep and felled                    By the gravity of the ancient light he dawns in. … Continue reading