Poems
Ken Craft

 

"We agree on fire, at least—the impossible Fahrenheits, 
the Christian moksha of ash and bone chip, 
but you want us on a hill,
in your hometown, beside your parents."

 

"On the sixth day you sent her the duck and she spoke.
“Little duck, send a message that I’m alive.
Take me to my people. Take me to the shore.
Why don’t you take me so that I can fly somewhere with you?""

The News
Matthew Roth

 

"deeper to where there is no light but the light
of dark swimmers, finning by without fear
or expectation, impossibly lit from within."

 

Volume XLII

  "CLOUDS OVER FORT LEWIS"   ERIC FITZPATRICK,  OIL 36" X 60"

"CLOUDS OVER FORT LEWIS" ERIC FITZPATRICK, OIL 36" X 60"