Athene Brama
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Athene Brama

                                Was there ever any way                                                                  This plump and comely assassin—                 Named for all knowing and unknowing—would not know how To meet all prying with a look both tender                                 And intense, both                 Peaceful and implacable, merciful and savage—sad,   Yes, but by no means sorry—                                                 Surprised but not unduly—                 Across the threshold of her forest lodge? … Continue reading

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