Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

I Come From An Oboe Family — James Doyle

Everyone played higher than each other. Notes lithe as wires, tuning sharp entanglements, preludes above the living room air. Father, grandmother, great-aunt Susannah, junior Tilman, weddings, anniversaries, funerals. High C’s turned themselves inside out, trapezes, somersaults through some fly-by stratosphere of their own. Lemon twists, spangles, circus dust. Hands that streamline the shore after the … Continue reading

Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

Honeysuckle — James Doyle

The lineage of honeysuckle scatters the lowlife weeds with their quick little bows, resonant brown leaves, into toadies, footmen for every turn of the wind. The porch leans over and through the honeysuckle for its few astringent breaths beyond the sweetness. I’d love a rocker of honeysuckles for my next birthday, my eightieth, settling in, … Continue reading

Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

Under the Surface — Janice D. Soderling

My grandmother is in the backyard feeding the deer that file like ghosts up from the stream, cold, cold, where Marybelle drowned herself in the spring of eighty-one, a little tetched, where sassafras leaves like mittened hands hold the thrashing air until it quiets down and slides under the surface, where carefree water striders float, … Continue reading