“No one cares how the sink fills
with the day’s remains, how the last
autumn sun beats down on the mud,
how the grinding hours wear away.”
“sculptures in the square look down on pigeons
flecks of snow--a weird early storm--litter the pavement”
“Asymmetry covered over
In creamy blooms, some
Low enough to marvel at.”
“Last Friday it was one month since we gathered in songs as if our hearts were somehow okay.”
Recalled in a Different Light: 50 Years of Roanoke Review celebrates the many people who have brought our literary journal to life for the past five decades: the writers, editors, readers, and supporters.
Frederick C. Wilbur - Fall 1968 (then and now)
"In the Distance" - Julie Hamilton, oil on canvas, 36" x 48"