By Allen E. Rizzi

I found a grounded hawk,
Featherless and lost.
Though evening bore the shadows,
Help, it seemed, was neither
His to take nor mine to give.


Starlets and Shrouds


By December Rose

‘Tis a faint halo that hems in the moon
A reminder that it is enslaved here, too
By its own beauty, its Clair de Lune
Much like the hearts it shines to woo

Are we not all but silhouette
As such, ’tis only shadows we beget
The shrouds that encompass each starlet
Illuminate dreams and prayers unmet

Footprints on the sand, then, are soul-deep
And as I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
That, into the world, my light might seep

Lost Dog


editors pick

By Holly Day

The parts of my childhood I can remember
are disjointed, unsuited for a house
or a school or a world
made of the stable things I read about
all the time in good books.

I got lost. I am, even now, certain that each new home
won’t be comfortable for long,
clinging to the hope
that we are suitable hosts for each other’s misery. I tell you
home is more than the back seat of a car.
Even leaves separate from trees

before curling up to die.

Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Tampa Review, SLAB, and Gargoyle, and her published books include Walking Twin Cities, Music Theory for Dummies, and Ugly Girl.



By Polly Mayforth Krause

I’m starting to piece my past together

And at this point

I’m wondering

If my past should have been left in pieces

When I open up the wounds of my past

I suffer again

Having gained an understanding of why I suffered

It’s painful

But worth the pain

I think

Understanding leads to forgiveness and healing

Healing is about wholeness

It’s about picking up the pieces

And putting them back together

One shard at a time

Fashioning something new

That glitters

When the light hits the jagged edges